Kei Mf Tsukishima.

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i’m sorry i just love ur fic coffee run so much 💞 can u do a part 2 or any more of that jungwon? thanks <3

awwwhhsjsh first of all this req is a few weeks old, so sorry for the wait <\3 pls that fic was like my first request 😭 i am not proud of it at all, but i’m so glad you enjoyed it anonnie 🫶 here’s sum more clingy coffeerun!jungwon for you <3

if you ever search up the definition of a third wheel, a picture of lee heeseung would probably show up.

yes, he played a minor part in helping jungwon confess to you last week, but he didn’t realise it’d mean having to witness his two closest friends suck each other’s faces off every day at work.

“yah, yang jungwon! you have two tables waiting for your clingy ass,” heeseung barks, gesturing to the seated customers. you snort at your older coworkers grumpy tone, pushing jungwon away from you. you’ve found working with your boyfriend has a few minor cons; one being the fact he’s a constant, inescapable distraction.

when you try to turn around and get back to work, jungwon instantly grabs the front of your apron, pushing you towards him and chasing your lips once again. “are— you— deaf?” you mumble in between his pepper of kisses.

“mmh, i just love your kisses.

you raise an eyebrow. “and i bet our customers would love their drinks.” jungwon pouts as you walk away from him, promptly following the order heeseung has copied down on a sticky note.

two arms suddenly wrap around your middle, and it takes no detective to figure out who it is. “don’t you love my kisses too though?” he continues, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mmh, they’re okay i guess,” you tease.

jungwon gasps, loosening his hold on you slightly. “okay? you guess?!” before you know it, you’ve been pulled away from the poor coffee you were making and shoved right against the counter. he scoffs confidently, “i’ll show you okay, jagi.”

before jungwon can get his lips any closer to yours, he’s abruptly pushed off you by none other than your coworker. “that’s it,” heeseung sighs, “you kids are in time out. jungwon, you’re serving while me and y/n make the drinks.”

jungwon whines, resembling a toddler who just got their favourite toy taken away. “what? hyung, you can’t do that!”

“just did. go on now, you’ll have all lunch break to make out or whatever.”

your boyfriend’s eyes brighten at that. “good idea!” he sends you a mischievous wink, walking backwards, “thanks hyung!”

“he’s obsessed with you.”

“i’m well aware.”

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TO THE BOY : who took me to prom

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, angst, best friend's brother trope, protected and unprotected sex, cunnilingus, marking, creampie, mentions of petnames (princess, kitten), lots of kissing and brief mentions of sex, mentions of jake (enhypen), yedam and yoshi (treasure), mentions of food and insecurities. let me know if i forgot something!

WC: 19.6k words

SYNOPSIS: prom—the last event of senior high school was right around the corner, but the only person who you wanted to go with had rejected you for his own reasons, leaving you upset and unwilling to attend the event. however, your best friend, mina, was hellbent on making you attend it and being a sweetheart, she ends up persuading her brother, sunghoon, to be your date for the night.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my sweetest angels<3 i'm finally here with the second installment of to all the boys series! it can be read as a stand alone but it's a follow up from the first part so it's highly encouraged you read it first! this is by far the longest fic i've written and i sincerely hope that y'all enjoy it! thank you sm for 6k+ followers :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D iloveyou all <3 [ masterlist ]

“You can't stay hung up on him for your whole life!”

That is exactly what you had thought initially.

Writing a letter did give you closure, not the kind you had desired to get. However, understanding your own mind was at the top of the priorities for you.

It was a good bye, the best you could muster. Yet, you broke down a myriad times while penning it down. A tear droplet falling down your cheek had kissed the paper, approving it of your sincerity.

But, your best friend refused to see you cry over a boy. Yes, he was a very pretty, the “epitome of perfection” kind of boy, that's what made it harder for you to let go.

“I know, I know,” your voice faltered with the repetition, sighing into your hands.

It hurt, yes, but she was correct. It was nine in the morning, a day after your finals had ended. Your high school life was over. Deciding to celebrate it together, you did what you had to — a sleepover at your best friend, Mina's place.

“I'm sorry, I,” she gulped, “I shouldn't have raised my voice,” she apologized, pouting. Her raised voice sounded gentle still, and you simply hugged her to silently mention that it's okay, that you're okay.

She huffed, “Listen, school is still not over, we have an extra month to get credits and of course, prom!”

“I got rejected, Mina.”

“And I'll be punching that asshole, don't you worry, sweetheart.” she finalized.

Asking someone to prom took a lot of courage. Being rejected hurt just as much. Yoshi was a pretty boy and you should've known better than to ask someone like him to prom, knowing well that he would have a date already — which he did. You nodded with an understanding smile, which he returned with one of his own, looking apologetic.

It further fuelled your desire to leave for college already, having had enough of school.

Five days of community service and you were ready to conclude your resume and send in your university applications. Hopefully, you wished to get back an acceptance letter by the time for your prom, which you had little to no zeal for.

However, your friend was overjoyed with the newfound development in her relationship status. While you spent your summer at the camp, she had lived her life to the fullest by finally making a move on her longtime crush, Yedam, who was also a close friend of you both. You remember how happy it made you when Mina hugged you, spilling the details of their journey from being friends to lovers.

He genuinely appeared to be scared when you made him sit down to give him the 'don't hurt my best friend or else I'll hurt you more' talk. Safe to say, he knows it's better to behave than face the consequences of being beat up by you and her brother, whom he found scary if you might add.

However, something about the way he got all three of you breakfast, especially getting Mina's favourite muffins alongside, told you that she was going to be more than just fine with him.

Soon enough, you found yourself sitting in the back of Yedam's four-seater car, which was awfully comfortable, with Mina riding shotgun as you three headed to the local amusement park. The experience, however, was different this time considering you felt like a child going out with their parents.

You could say you were third-wheeling but it wasn't actually the case since they both included you in everything. Plus, the rides were fun, you were having fun, albeit the constant public display of affection in front of you. Their fingers intertwined as they walked together.

You smiled slightly, not being envious, whilst you still did wonder how it would have been had you been in a position somewhat similar to theirs — a loving relationship.

Mina didn't let your thoughts consume you, “Y/n versus Yedam let's go!” she whistled in front of the claw machine, challenging you to get her the light pink teddy bear, which you did and Yedam couldn't.

This earned you a big hug from your best friend and a whine from him when you showed him your tongue. It certainly made you smile a lot more when she won a teddy herself and gifted it to you, Yedam watching the exchange fondly.

You excused yourself from them, letting them have their romance movie moment by enjoying the ferris wheel. The bench was surprisingly comfortable and the drink in your hand perfect for the parched you. The teddy comfortably sat on your lap while your eyes wandered around, you stopped to smile softly at a little girl staring, she giggled back which warmed your heart. The sky was a pretty mixture of orange, yellow and red, blending in together to say goodbye to the sun for the day.

A sigh left you, it was a good day of momentary distraction and of course, quality time with the people who care about you and vice versa. It almost made you forget about Heeseung, and the prom rejection.

Sitting at the backseat again, you were going back home with a pastel cotton candy in your hand, a content smile on your face.

“So,” your friend dragged out, “Five more days of community work.” a groan left her.

“Just five days, Mina. Besides, I'll be with you the whole time,” you extended your hand which she held with another hand on her heart.

“Not you flirting with my girlfriend again,” Yedam huffed playfully, emphasis on ‘my’.

“Oh and,” Mina continued, “Sunghoon will be picking us up tomorrow!”

“Sunghoon is back?” you asked, voice shaky but not enough for someone to notice it.

“Yes! I can't believe I forgot to tell you,” she rambled, “He'll be staying for the summer break, would leave two days after our graduation i think.”

“That sounds nice,” you commented softly.

Thoughts of Park Sunghoon coming back didn't leave your mind even after you got dropped home, wandering back to the time when you were a few years younger and had the tiniest bit of crush on him, something about watching a movie where falling in love with your best friend's brother was the plot.

You shake your head, making yourself comfortable on the couch right after.

“Well you look distraught,” your younger sister, Kitty, spoke up.

“I'm exhausted, that's all,” you closed your eyes.

She hummed as an acknowledgement to your statement, “You better not be hung up on those assholes now.”

“Kitty! Language.” you warned.

“Okay, fine,” she huffed, smiling right after, “Let's do facepacks and watch a movie then!”

You smiled at her ceaseless efforts to make you feel better.

“Race you to the room!” you screamed.

It was an unmistakably good night, your sister tucked you in bed with a blanket soon after you passed out in midst of watching the rom-com movie, staring at you with the grin, internally wishing for your happiness each day.

You groaned when your alarm rang, you've always hated how shrill the sound was but it did get the job done so you couldn't complain much. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around with your slightly blurry and adjusting vision. An open packet of chips slept right next to you, the room didn't look a lot appealing and you made a mental note to clean it after getting back from school.

Dragging yourself out of the bed, you spent time in the shower, worried about your university applications even after you had checked them five times already. Just a month more and you were ready to start a new life in a hopefully new city with a fresh enthusiasm towards success and a good life.

There was something different about today, however, you couldn't pinpoint what it was. For starters, your mom had very graciously made your favourite chocolate chip pancakes, “It was your dad's idea,” she told with a fond smile on her face when see saw your own face glowing.

You hugged them both and sat down next to Kitty, adding extra chocolate syrup before groaning how it's the most amazing, mouthwatering, worth-getting-late-to-school-for food ever.

Which also was true since the car outside had just honked for the third time already. Being impatient as you were, you grabbed and rolled the pancake before getting your bag and rushing out, muttering out a quick good bye to your family.

The sky was clear, the breeze was slightly on the cooler side — which you were thankful for. You mindlessly opened the door to the backseat, only to see the lovebirds sitting there. Then it clicked.

“Sunghoon will be picking us up tomorrow!”

Park Sunghoon was back.

And you were to sit next to him.

“Get on! We're getting late!” Mina urged, whining.

And you did, not looking at the one sitting on the driver's seat, making sure to buckle up before calmly chewing on your sweet treat. The engine purred and soon, the car was moving smoothly, the only sound coming from the backseat where your friend sat with her boyfriend, whispering and giggling lowly.

The smell of the car was musky but not too strong, which made you wonder what perfume was it that the guy sitting next to you had used.

You didn't make any efforts to start a conversation when pancakes had your undivided attention.

“So, y/n—” Sunghoon acknowledged your presence which made you choke midway your last bite.

“Oh, uhm. Hey.” you awkwardly let out, mentally scolding yourself for being like this.

That's when you finally looked at him after a whole year. He looked different. His hair slightly longer than his usual super short and neat cut, jawline more prominent and his arms on display, which looked sculpted, definitely an outcome of doing gym regularly.

The most evident change however, would be his fashion sense. His usual daily style consisted of soft and pastel shades, the kind which were considered classy and elegant. But currently, he was clad in all black, from his black sleeveless to his black jeans, he looked like some guy straight out of your wattpad fanfiction stories. And a leather jacket was kept aside to add on to his whole ’bad boy’ persona.

“I see your love for pancakes never died.” he chuckled, looking a you for a second before paying attention on the road again.

“And it never will!” you said without missing a beat.

His voice was slightly deeper than you had remembered. Ever since you had met Mina, you were comfortable enough to vocalize your thoughts, and given that you did spend a good amount of time at her place rather than your own, his brother was well versed with your basic likes and dislikes as well.

He nodded, the corner of his lips upturned with your answer, but didn't add on to your statement. However, after a comfortable amount of silence later, he opened his mouth to speak up again but Mina had the same plans, just a bit faster than his brother.

“Y/n, I hope you're ready for today.”

“What's today?” you asked, confusion evident on your face.

“A prom date searching hunt for you, of course!” her eyes wide open, no hint of humour behind them.

“Listen, Mina—” you started, “I love you, I really do but that idea is by far your worst one.”

You heard a gasp, “I'm doing this for you! I don't want to go to prom alone.”

“Excuse me?” Yedam interjected.

“Okay, I mean, I need my best friend there.” and her usual pout graced her.

“I don't need a date to be there, y'know?” you sighed.

“But I know you want one!” she concluded with a nod.

Forming a comeback to that statement was hard, especially when her words held nothing but the truth. You didn't want to be alone, eminently after you knew what the taste of companionship felt like.

“We're here.” Sunghoon spoke up, saving you from the mindless conversation.

A date would certainly be nice but you didn't want to drag a complete stranger to attend prom with you, especially because one wrong move and your mood would be spoiled.

Both of them were out of the car already, you held on to your bag strap to follow suit but were stopped with his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“Hey, you've got a lil bit of—” he trailed off, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb in a soft caress.

You froze with the sudden warmth of his finger and unexpected proximity. He further took his chocolate smeared finger close to his mouth, licking it slowly, maintaining eye contact while doing so.

“All good now,” he half smirked at your reaction.

“Oh, thank you,” you whispered, “for the ride and, uh this,” you pointed at your lips. Your voice, however, came out squeaky and you took that as your cue to leave.

You weren't sure if what he did was intentional or just an innocent gesture to help you.

Who doesn't like chocolate, afterall? You theorized, mind still wandering back to scene where he licked his thumb.

You sighed.

It was going to be a long vacation.

Spending the night with your best friend would usually serve as an escape from your problems but the world had different plans. You had lost the count of times you had been amused with your friend's unusual antics, these days more than ever.

“You do realize what you're saying, right?” you snickered, actively making fun of her at her latest creative idea for your prom date.

“Of course! It's the best you can get and you really need to start taking me seriously.”

You raised your brow, “Take you seriously? I'm sorry but how am I supposed to do that when you're basically offering your brother to be my date?” you challenged.

“Okay, it does sound a little ridiculous—”

“A little?”

“Stop interrupting—” her eyes were comically wide.

“The ladies are fighting, I see,” Sunghoon plopped down on the couch next to you, “This about prom again?” he directed the question towards you.

“It's honestly better if you don't ask,” you mumbled.

“Take her to prom,” Mina said alongside.

“I'm leaving,” you sighed.

“Is that even allowed?” Sunghoon asked slowly.

And for the second time on the same day, you halted your movements and observed two things — first being the big smile on Mina's face, second being Sunghoon's gaze on you.

Hair messy and clad in shorts, he looked comfortable.

You weren't awkward around each other, you seldom interacted in general, but he always made sure to drop by and greet you whenever he learned you were around the house. His smile was the first ever thing you noticed about him, found attractive even. How could you not, with his sharp canines on display which strongly reminded you of fangs. His pale skin only added to it.

“Of course! Remember last year that one brought an alumni too, he was two years older as far as I remember.”

“Do I even want to ask how you know that?” you were presently mumbling to yourself.

“Ryujin was popular, I kept tabs on what she did — in a non creepy way of course,” she explained, “Besides, Sunghoon would also be there to ensure you're safe!”

“It's prom, not assassination, Mina,” you pinched your nose bridge.

Sunghoon was focused, intently paying attention to your conversation. Eyes trained on your face to search for any kind of hesitance.

“I'll leave you two to talk for a while. Join me in my room later, yeah?” she patted your arm softly and you nodded.

Ever since you were a kid, you needed someone to push you, to voice out your opinions and include you into groups, whether it was the friend-making process or to be invited in groups for the class projects process, taking initiative wasn't your strong suit. Mina took you in with fondness on her face, never once questioning your inert behaviour but also making sure to help you open up step by step. To others, it often looked like you were being forced but in reality, she just pushed to towards the things your heart wanted.

The task was strenuous, yet she never stopped and you could only thank her for being patient with you, never once breaking her amiable aura.

The room was silent, you spoke up in hopes of diffusing the awkwardness hanging around the air, “I'm sorry, you really don't have to do anything.”

“Are you alright?” his question caught you off-guard.

You nodded, eyes wide, “Yeah, yeah totally.”

He swiped his tongue on his lower lip before speaking again, “You know—” he stopped, rethinking before opening his mouth again, “You should get some rest, yeah? And mom made some muffins this morning, your favourite ones.”

Something told you that wasn't what he had initially planned to say. Nevertheless, your face lit up with the mention of muffins, mouth watering at the sight of Sunghoon bringing out two of those for you.

“Oh god, I love your mom,” you hummed, taking the first bite and closed to eyes, focusing all of your senses into the gustatory delight.

After a beat of silence, you asked him the question that had been bugging you the whole day.

“How's uni treating you?” he looked changed, both appearance and behavioural wise. With your own journey to university close, you wondered what it would be like. Is it the way they show in movies? More fun, less studies? Or is it a hellhole waiting to give you the mental pressure you didn't know existed.

Furthermore, he was silent, speaking a lot less than usual. He was a quiet guy per se, but always talkative around the comfort of his abode, with his family and close friends. You didn't want to ask and make him uncomfortable, so you settled with the normal questions instead.

“Uni is stressful,” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair and you noticed how soft they looked, making you want to feel them yourself.

“I see your style has changed,” you commented with a small smile, ensuring that it's a good change.

“Yeah, I saw you staring at me earlier,” he smirked.

Your heart raced at that, expression turning into a panicked one.

“What? No! When did I—” forming sentences was suddenly a hard task for you.

Which elicited a heartily laugh from him, “I wasn't serious, calm down, princess.”

“Oh,” you darted your eyes elsewhere, your knee bouncing as you found your cheeks growing hot with his newfound nickname for you.

His hand was quick to stop your knee from moving — his hand cold against your warm body. Earlier, you weren't certain about his actions being intentional, but the smirk ghosting his lips made you firmly believe that he was completely aware of his practices.

With that, he ruffled your hair, whispering a good night to you before making his way towards his room. You didn't move from that spot as if you were glued, deep in thought. He didn't agree to be your partner, however, he didn't deny the proposal. You were considering him as your date, it felt wrong. Best friend's brother is always off limits, yet your friend was the one who happily offered him to you.

As your friendly date, you reminded yourself.

The thought of having a date as pretty as Sunghoon undoubtedly made you nervous, but you tried not to keep your hopes high, still hurting from your past rendezvous. Slow dancing with Sunghoon was the last thought you remembered before drifting off to dreamland, passing out on the couch.

As far as you knew, teleportation only existed in fictional world. It was beyond you how your sleeping figure shifted from the couch to your best friend's room. Sleep walking wasn't the answer either. You pushed the thought away, theorizing that maybe you were the one who walked up by yourself and forgot due to your sleepy state.

And you had a better reason to be deranged, given the current situation.

“So, when you planning to go dress shopping?” Sunghoon had asked in the car. Mina left before you, for her task started an hour earlier, which left you to fend a ride for yourself. Sunghoon had very graciously offered to drop you off.

Times like these made you wonder why you didn't have your driver's licence yet, it would have saved you from Park Sunghoon's unusual behaviour.

“Three days later at around two?” you answered, unsure still. You took out your phone to check your calender, where you had marked the reminder.

“Any particular colour you're looking for?” he inquired and you parted your lips to answer, but he further had something to add, “I'll get the matching tie once you'll be done.”

It took you second to process his sentence. Blinking twice, you looked at his driving figure, “Hold on, are you saying that—”

“—I'll accompany you to prom? If you allow me to, princess,” he spoke smoothly, stealing the words out of your mouth.

“I don't have much to do, I'm free most time,” he explained, “And you're not a bad company actually.”

His words had been repeating in your mind like an old broken record player.

“I—” you hesitated.

Instead of forming a verbal reply, you settled with a nod, heart racing with the thought of him entering the venue with your hand in his.

Another thing about Park Sunghoon, his reputation. His gang was famous around the school, and were referred to as fuckboys. He wasn't one, in fact, he had always been shy, timid and hesitant regarding everything but his true love — ice skating. Being a sportsperson only increased the gap and hence, he was called as the unapproachable for rejecting the advances of anyone who tried to get in his pants.

That would explain the current situation quite well. As if dropping you off wasn't enough, he had also decided to follow you inside school, “It's been a while, nothing has changed still.”

“Nothing much changes in a span of a year, Sunghoon,” you moved forward, trying to avoid the stares of the students, “Thank you for driving me here and everything else, I'll see you later, bye!” you spoke in a go, rushing to your assigned destination.

Sunghoon wasn't oblivious to your behaviour, seeing you flustered and unable to maintain eye contact ever since he came back amused him to no extent. Taking you to prom was a perfect opportunity to tease you more. With a satisfactory smirk, he walks back, watching your figure disappear as you sprint.

“Mina!” you spotted her sitting under the banyan tree, sipping on her coffee but almost choked once you startled her.

“Oh fuck,” you muttered, rubbing her back before she slapped your arm, stopping after seeing your expression.

“Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” she noticed you rubbing your earlobe, the habit you had developed out of nervousness.

“Sunghoon agreed,” you whispered urgently.

“You can't be serious,” her eyes widened, softening right after, “Hey, what's wrong?” she grabbed your hand.

“I don't know, I'm scared,” you confessed.

“Of what?”

“I don't know, Mina,” you gulped.

“Look at me,” she whispered, “He may be stupid but he won't hurt you, okay?”

“Y—yeah,” you hugged her softly.

In reality, you were scared of own judgement. Perhaps it was the result of your past experience, or just the newfound fear regarding the idea of companionship, be it platonic or romantic. Mina's words made it better for you, and you kept reminding yourself that Park Sunghoon is no one but your friendly date to the prom. Getting ahead of yourself would only do harm, especially when the fear of rejection runs high in your veins.

Mina distracted you the whole day, making sure you get home safely before she left for her own place.

“As much as I love how you're trying to help y/n,” Mina started, dropping her bag on the couch, “I will personally punch you if you ever hurt her.”

“Woah, why would I hurt her?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“As a bestfriend, it's my duty to remind you still, so you better behave,” she said, “But in all honesty, take care of her since you'll be taking her to shop and make sure she feels safe and happy.”

“I promise,” he said earnestly.

He knew Mina's overprotectiveness jumped out in spontaneous bursts, yet he felt like it had a bigger reason than that. He found himself thinking of you for the entire night, wondering if he could make it better somehow.

After all, behind that black leather jacket hid the same old Sunghoon who was sweet and clad in pastels, the one who liked to figure skate and see others happy.

Just like you, he slept thinking about what the future held for you both.

The first thing you did after getting your letter of recommendation after three days was to finalize your resume, sending it out in hopes of getting into your dream university in Seoul. You further made sure to send in applications to your back up universities just in case.

It gave you a sense of relief as you stood out in the fresh air while waiting for Mina to pick you up.

You really needed to get your licence.

Acknowledging that you were to leave this place soon, your eyes took everything in as you stood in your front yard. A gentle smile gaced your face as you saw the apple tree which you and your sister had planted years back, it grew up with you.

“Y/n? Hey!” an enthusiastic voice grabbed your attention, you turned to see your neighbour, Jake, waving at you with a smile.

“Jakey, hey,” you smiled as the smiley boy hugged you softly, you noticed how his scent was light and woody.

“Where are you off to?” he asked, taking in your outfit.

“Oh, Mina successfully persuaded me into going dress shopping with her,” you scrunched your nose, which he giggled at, “It's prom in like, less than a month,” he nodded.

“Do you have a partner already?” he asked, voice low as he fiddled with his fingers.

“Yeah! I honestly am clueless as to how we reached upon this agreement but Park Sunghoon agreed to be my friendly date for the night,” you explained, adding ‘friendly’ as a reminder to yourself.

He looked at you bug eyed, “Sunghoon? Woah, is he back in the town?” he asked, slightly shocked as you mention the guy who was the same age as you both, however he had been your senior due to his early admissions.

Hence he had completed his first year of university while you were yet to get into one.

You nodded, confirming his statement. Just as you were talking about him, his car came into view, honking for no particular reason even after seeing your figure outside.

“That's my ride! I'll see you later?” you asked and his lips turned into an alluring smile.

“Have fun!” he said, pulling you into another hug.

He loved physical affection, you had noticed so in your past years of being friends with him.

With a brightened mood, you sat down in the car, putting your seatbelt on, stretching out your hello before getting comfortable in your seat.

“Well, you look happy today,” Mina pointed out.

“I'm just happy that I've sent out my resume,” you replied, eyes travelling to see the driver, you found yourself staring at his usual sanguine demeanor.

“Are you sure it's not because of Jake's cozy hug?” she teased.

“Shut up, oh god,” you tried not to laugh at her mindless pairing.

“Do you like him?” Sunghoon was quick to inquire.

“He's just a sweet guy!” you replied just as fast.

“Oh yeah, why didn't you ask him to prom then, y/n?” Yedam was the one who asked you this time.

“Uhm—” you stopped, “I don't know.”

“She's got a better partner, y'know?” Sunghoon said, gripping the steering wheel harder.

To which you three laughed. It was chaotic with everyone trying to speak mid-way each other's sentences but it gave you a good laugh, so you couldn't complain about it.

In midst of this, you saw Sunghoon smile with his fangs showing. A genuine smile you hadn't seen in a long time. It was no secret that he had a pretty smile, the kind which would make you want to smile back at him.

Your expression was quick to change when Mina shoved five dresses in your arms in one go, making the boys laugh at your struggle.

“Stop laughing and help me!” you groaned.

Sunghoon took the dresses from you, asking Yedam to take Mina away, preferably to the shop right next to the one you were in. It wasn't a bad idea considering how the five dress shops were lined up together.

“Your sister will be the death of me,” you spoke up, trying to make a small conversation with him, you turned around to see a female attendant, no older than twenty five, staring at Sunghoon.

“You've got a fan by the way,” you laughed, discreetly pointing at the attendant and his eyebrows furrowed, soon turning back to you with a teasing face.

“Why? You jealous?”

“Jealous of what?”

“Don't worry, princess, you're my date and not her.”

You gasped at the cursed nickname again, giving him the exact reaction he wanted out of you. It was so easy you call you his date while you always tend to add the title of ‘friendly’ along with it. Deciding to not overthink, you tried to use his own tricks to examine his reaction.

“I'm, in no way, jealous,” you stated, touching the fabric of a dress you found attractive, “You are my partner after all,” you voiced, emphasizing on 'my'.

“Try this,” he handed you a black dress, it didn't seem gaudy and actually suited your taste.

“Not bad, Park,” you commented.

It riled him up to find more pieces for you but seeing the amount of dresses you had to try, he stopped himself.

The store was unbelievably empty, giving you enough space to wander around, it seemed like the staff was on leave too, only a few attendants around and busy with other customers. You made your way towards the changing rooms, Sunghoon following your suit.

“I hope your taste is pleasing, Park, since you'll be helping me decide a dress today.”

“Of course, my taste is grand. I'm here with you, aren't I?” he smoothly let out.

You gulped, “Good,” you commented, going inside to try the first dress on. It was Mina's choice, a light peach coloured off-shoulder dress with a hint of tulle on skirt.

It looked beautiful however, you were not satisfied. You stepped out from the room, making him look up. You noticed how his mouth opened and closed in the span of a second.

“It looks graceful,” he commented in a low voice, eyeing you up and down, “Do you like it?”

“It is anglic, I admit but something is missing,” you verbalized, looking at him. His lower lip was bitten, mind elsewhere as he nodded.

You didn't comment on his behaviour, cheeks suddenly hot with how intense his gaze was as you walked back into the room, trying out several other dresses, only to notice him sporting the same expression.

“You look pretty,” he had commented when you wore a dark blue dress with a thin strap and sweetheart neckline. His voice came out breathy, giving you goosebumps in an instant. You shortlisted that dress.

After a few more trails, you were left with the black corset dress which further would accentuate your figure. It was Sunghoon's choice, and hence, was left to be the last.

But luck wasn't on your side today. As you were zipping the dress up, the zipper got stuck midway in a fashion that you couldn't get the dress off or wear it fully, meaning, you had to ask for help. Peeking out, you tried to spot any female attendant for help but were unable to find any.

“What's wrong?” Sunghoon asked, standing up from the waiting seat.

“The zipper got stuck,” you sheepishly let out, “And I need help.”

“Get in,” he said, following you inside the not-too-spacious area.

“Hoon—” you had used his nickname by unconsciously. Suddenly, your breathing was unstable with his next action.

He stood behind you, your eyes fixated on his figure as you observed his each action carefully through the mirror in front of you. You gasped when his surprisingly cold and slender fingertips touched your bare back, grazing down to get a hold of your zipper.

“Don't move,” his breath fanned your neck as he whispered in your ear, voice deeper than usual.

Your body stilled, hyperaware of his movements, shivering with the trail of touch he left on your spine, successfully zipping your dress up.

He looked up, “You're breathtakingly beautiful,” he spoke up with his arm wrapping around your waist.

Your breath hitched, yet you didn't stop him. You didn't want to stop him, not when his eyes were the prettiest shade of brown, and he watched you as if he was staring at your soul.

You turned to face him and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you opened your mouth to call out his name, but were interrupted with a knock on the door.

“Would you be needing any help, miss?” a cheerful voiced called out, drawing you out of your reverie.

You took a step back, gathering your thoughts as Sunghoon did the same, gulping and looking at the floor with bitten lips — a thing you had noticed he did a lot.

“U—uhm, no! I'll be fine, thank you so much!” you spoke out loud, trying your best to sound normal and not strained.

“Out!” you whisper-shouted once you heard the clanking of heels growing distant.

He only stepped closer, “Won't you be needing help getting out of your dress?” he asked mustering an innocent expression.

“Leave!” you pushed him away, his boyish laugh boomed in the empty area as he made his way out, giving you the privacy to change.

Once alone, you were quick to lean against the door, blinking to get your head around the incidence which took place just a moment back. You could still feel the your skin burning at all the places he touched you.

“You sure you don't want—” his muffled voice came from outside and your cheeks lifted up in a hearty laugh, “Shut up, Sunghoon!”

You shoved the dresses in Sunghoon's hand once you came out, giving him a small wink with a smug expression on your face, letting him know that you'll be playing along with his tricks just by your expression.

Seeing the black fabric in your arms only made it better, it was the chosen one and you had to get the opinion of your best friend on it. So you called her, excusing yourself for a minute, while you also looked at the heels which glistened under the lightning it was placed under to make it seem more appealing. It was working.

Mina took no longer than five minutes to get to you, a tired Yedam following her suit with two bags in his hand.

“Woah, did you get your stuff already?” you asked, walking alongside her while giving the guy a sympathetic smile.

“I liked two dresses actually, I sent you the pictures already by the way, had a mini shoot in the dressing room, but yeah, couldn't choose one so ended up getting them both!” she explained, sipping on her pink drink which you guessed was strawberry flavored.

“Love that energy,” you shook your head with a smile, “Here's what I liked,” you proceeded to show her a few pictures you clicked in different angles after you got rid of a certain guy named Park Sunghoon from your dressing area.

Her eyes popped out, “Dude, it's made for you, I'll punch you if you don't get that,” she scoots over to swipe and see it in all angles.

“Get what?” Sunghoon came to join you guys.

“The last outfit I tried on—” you were interrupted.

“Oh, here,” he handed you the bag, the dress neatly placed inside it.

“You paid for it?” you took out the bill, getting out your wallet alongside to see if you could pay him back in cash.

He was quick to stop you, “You don't have to,” he said, his hand placed on yours.

“My brother got you the dress? Are you in love with my best friend? Because I'm sorry but the dresses are expensive and you hate paying in general,” she accused with a smirk on her lips, thoroughly enjoying the switch in your relationship dynamics.

You ignored her as Sunghoon avoided her gaze, “I'll pay you back once I get home,” your words were final.

“I think Mina is onto something,” Yedam spoke.

You stopped scrolling your tumblr feed, paying attention to his words as you both waited for the siblings to come back with your McDonald's order.

“I think Sunghoon likes you!”

You laugh incredulosly, watching his concentrated face as he tried to piece some sort of mind puzzle together. It faltered with a sudden flashback of his lips being so near to your ear, arm around your waist. You cleared your throat.

“Hear me out, okay?” you nodded, urging him to continue with his hypothesis, “He never once complained about picking you up or dropping you off while he always refuses to do the same with Mina—”

“It's a sibling thing to do actually.”

“—He agreed to be your date in a go, without any persuasive means whatsoever—”

“I think that was out of pity to be honest.”

“—And wordlessly accompanied you for shopping, not to mention that he himself paid for your dress.”

He had concluded and you had run out of words, however you scoffed to see him writing it all down on a stray piece of paper, “Are you seriously making a list right now?”

Ignoring your heart racing faster with the points laid out, you snatched that list from him, to which he snickered.

“We're back!” Mina happily plopped in the chair next to you, and you hurriedly shoved the piece of paper in your pocket.

Yedam only exchanged a look which screamed that he's right just as Sunghoon sat down opposite to you.

You were less educated on the topic of what behavioural pattern should you be following when your said date gets cozy with you while also being your best friend's brother. All you were sure about that you enjoyed the activities despite them being wrong.

Friendship rule book would state that the siblings are always off limits, but never guided you for what to do when the said friend tries to pair you with her sibling.

Having a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

Right?

The drive back home would have been silent if not for the music playing on the car speakers. To no one's surprise, Mina had gotten off at Yedam's place, leaving you alone with the devil yet again. You were a either a puddle or a strangely confident mess around him, you couldn't follow the pattern still.

“Come on,” you practically dragged him inside your place, your mom and sister ecstatic to meet him and he shyly bowed down, your mom cooing at his good manners and upbringing while your sister was set on asking him questions about why he agreed to go with you, “You better not hurt her, Mr.” she spoke in a low voice.

“Would never do that to her, Miss.” he replied softly.

In the years you've known him, he had always been a polite person, respectful just as he was now towards your family, it warmed your heart slightly to see the cute interaction, a faint dimple resting happily on his face, and you were sure that his bad boy persona was just his exterior wall built up to not get hurt, something that you understood with your wall being high as well.

However, you weren't sure how long you could keep it up with the said dimpled boy being around.

Rummaging your other wallet, where you kept cash, you gathered the exact amount you had to pay him back.

“Don't do this,” he shook his head, keeping the notes on your desk.

“Hoon—” you glanced at how effortlessly he filled up the space between you two, standing closer now that you had privacy in your room.

“I know you wish to pay me back, but please don't do it, the dress looked gorgeous on you,” he coaxed, “Instead, you could pay me back by spending time with me, princess.”

He had you trapped around your desk with his arms on the either side of you, his words evoking a fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen.

“Yeah?” you whispered softly, leaning in slightly.

Your hand felt tiny when you held his bigger one, taking two steps and pulling him towards your door, he followed without any question, always intrigued with your actions.

“I would spend time with you willingly,” you whispered, tucking the folded cash in his back pocket and you could feel how slender his waist was, “Good night, Park.”

You concluded the conversation by planting a firm kiss on his cheek, seeing a faint smile blooming on his face before you shut the door, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac, already looking forward to your next meet up.

“Are you really ditching me for your boyfriend? Is that what our friendship has come to?” you feigned hurt, waiting outside the theatre you had promised to meet at.

Nevertheless, her priorities had changed — replacing herself with her brother would be the top one, closely followed by her spending those hours with her boyfriend.

“I genuinely forgot, okay? I'm so sorry!” she insisted, “But you have nothing to worry about, Sunghoon will be there to keep you company, Bye!” with that, she hung up the call, leaving you confused for a second before you squinted your eyes, noticing a tall figure running up to you.

Unlike his usual self, he sported a light blue shirt today, jogging up to you with his hair bouncing slightly. He was awfully pleasant to look at.

“Hey, princesss. Hope the movie hasn't started yet,” he grinned when you took his extended hand in yours.

You shook your head, “You're right on time, Park.”

You learned a few things about Sunghoon on your way to your seat. First being that he would do anything but let you pay for the snacks, or anything else for that matter. Secondly, he's the kind to place an order for a couple's combo, meaning, you'd be sharing the big tub of popcorn. Third and last, he preferred sitting at the top corner seats, “It feels cozy,” he explained.

Throughout the movie, he made sure to dig in his hand in the popcorn bucket at the same time as yours, keeping it on his lap. Your hands brushed, making you feel giddy inside as if you were a new couple on the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

You rubbed your earlobe out of nervousness. His heart felt full seeing your gentle figure sitting next to him, his hands desired to encase your own, and so he did. His eyes on the screen as you could see the little characters moving around in his eyes, meanwhile, his thumb caressed and rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand, providing you with warmth and comfort.

Mid-way the movie, his face was buried in your neck with an urgency, trying his hardest not to pay attention to the screen anymore.

It was beyond amusing that Park Sunghoon was scared of ghosts, it was getting hard for you to stifle your blooming giggles.

“Didn't know you were this adorable, Park,” you cooed, ruffling his hair which made him gulp and sit back up with a quivering lip.

“I just wanted to be close to you—” a glimpse back at the screen and he came back to hide himself in your neck.

He was just the company you had needed this long, the one you've been craving ever since you first got the hang of what intimacy tasted like.

Your teasing was endless, staring with poking his cheek, laughing at him softly and lastly, calling him a baby. He feigned annoyance, huffing and running to chase you, which would be your current situation.

With no plans to return home, he had given you an offer to have ice cream at the park which was favorably around the corner, hardly a five minute walk.

“I'll pay,” you stated, nodding your head once.

“No can do, princess,” he chuckled.

“Would you ever let me pay for anything at all?”

“You paid for the dress, that hurt me enough,” his big hand rested above his heart, eyes scrunched to indicate the pain.

“Oh come on! It's just an ice cream,” you whined, stopping like a toddler to make fuss, stomping your feet to show your exaggerated frustration.

He cooed at your ministrations as you made your way towards the ice cream shop, looking over the wide variety of treats to choose from, your eyes shining at the vibrant colours paired with the heavenly smell of sweetness hanging over the dimly lit shop which you had grown to be fond of in this brief visit of yours.

Sunghoon was quick to select his ice cream while you took time with yours, seeing so many new flavours you wished to try, you wondered why you had never been tho this shop before.

“I'll pay!” you handed cashier your card which he accepted with a smile, Sunghoon shaking his head at the back with a hint of grin.

“Do you still ice skate?” you asked once you were settled on a wooden bench, a small pond right ahead with some cute ducks swimming around on a lookout for something edible.

Your question caught him off guard, “I—I haven't been to the rink in a long time,” he confessed slowly and you gave him a confused look.

“Do you miss it though?”

He nodded wordlessly.

You mimicked his action. Ever since you had first seen him skate with the courtesy of Mina, it was easy to fall in love with the way he glided around the ice so gracefully, fluffy hair bouncing around with his triple axel as he landed his foot in a perfect position, completing his sophisticated routine. You had always accompanied Mina for his competitions ever since. You had witnessed him getting better at his abilities.

With your ice creams almost finished, he looked your way, frowning when he saw you deep in thought.

“Hey,” he whispered, capturing your attention.

In a second, the last and your favourite part of the ice cream cone was gone, the culprit being Park Sunghoon who had his mouth full with a triumph smirk on his face.

“No you didn't,” it was more of a warning than anything else. He found the sight of your mouth hung open highly cute and funny.

“Uh uh,” he stopped your arm from flailing, holding you in place. “You've got a little something—” he trailed off just as he had done when he first came back home.

His finger was quick to wipe the curve of your smile, collecting the slightly melted ice cream you had messily left there before he took it closer to his mouth, his tongue swirling around his finger in a slow motion as he tasted it.

Your eyes closed autonomously. Taking in a deep breath, you stood up to chase Sunghoon and he ran with all his might, “You can't keep doing that!” you screamed and thanked your luck for the park being rather empty, you would have been a nuisance for the public otherwise.

“I can, I will,” his laugh made you smile back but you halted once you got near the ice cream shop, the same one you had been to not even twenty minutes back.

Sunghoon stopped turned to see what you were looking at, it was a guy, you didn't look too happy to see him. He jogged back to you.

“Hoon,” you turned him around so that your back was against the big tree, his figure hiding you from the vision of the guy who had rejected you.

He was sweet, but you admit it was embarassing for you to even go back at that memory. Especially when it was your first time trying after your heartbreak with Heeseung.

Peeking in a manner which won't expose your figure, you saw Yoshi with a girl. It was probably her, his date, but it looked like they were dating, bashful smile on his face.

You gasped when the you saw who he was with.

“Hoon, isn't that—”

“Anna,” he whispered, gulping down his emotions but his eyes reflected his feelings.

Anna was famous around the school for many reasons, she was graceful and kind to others, at least in front of them. However, her name was known by all once she started dating Sunghoon, the event being a big deal since he never went even close to kissing anyone, dating was a dream for them.

You were convinced that he looked at Anna with heart in his eyes, until one day they broke up, you didn't know the reason why, it wasn't your place to ask him anything.

Now, the love in his eyes was replaced by a mixture of hurt and hatred. At least that's what you gathered from your little act of espionage.

“Are they gone?” you asked in a whisper.

“They're leaving,” he replied, bringing his attention back to you.

The atmosphere had turned gloomy, the clouds filling up the sky as the evening approached.

“I think they left,” you spoke up a few seconds later, finally paying attention to the proximity, he had you trapped against the tree.

“They didn't,” he said without checking once, his gaze transfixed on your face and a question bugged your head unprovoked — how his lips would feel against yours.

You looked up at his deep brown eyes, his nose brushing against yours in a soft caress, making you stand up on your tippy toes, his hand on your waist helping you balance as you held on to his arm for support.

“Are you alright?” you asked gently, cradling his face. A shiver went down your spine when he opened his mouth to reply, his lips brushing yours.

“I want to kiss you,” the thoughts of you filled his mind, and you were more than willing to be a distraction for him.

“Then do it,” you urged in not more than a whisper.

He licked his lower lip, caressing your cheek with his thumb as his forehead rested on yours.

Your heart fluttered when his lips met yours in a gentle kiss and you could only focus on how soft and plump his lips felt against your own.

He smiled when he tasted the bits of chocolate from the ice cream you had earlier, the curve of his mouth made you smile into the kiss along with him. The warmth spreading around his body clearly indicating that it felt right, that Sunghoon had wanted to kiss you ever since he saw you with chocolate chip pancakes when he came back.

Maybe he had liked you prior to that, but never had a reason to act upon it until he got the opportunity to be with you, to experience it with you.

“Hoon,” your gasp made him pull you closer, he couldn't wrap his head around how pretty you were and how perfectly his name rolled off your tongue.

Your whole body tingled with his lean body pressed against yours, a sound desperately wanted to escape your throat, but you didn't let that happen.

He leaned back to see a white petal on your head, probably from the tree above, which picked off and blowed away, making you giggle. His cheeks were flushed and you could hear his heart beating fast as your hand rested on his chest.

“Let's go,” he took your hand.

“Where?” you asked, still breathless.

“Home.”

The place was empty when he pulled you in his room, it was clean and minimalistic, just as you thought it would be. You dreaded to bring the topic up, not wanting to mess up what had just started between you both, so you tried to approach him with hesitation.

“Can I ask you something?” you fiddled with your fingers.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, already knowing what was to come. He made you sit with him on the bed, facing you and making sure you were close to him.

“What happened back there?” you spoke slowly. Holding his hand and securely keeping it on your lap when you saw his vulnerable state.

“I don't know, I—I just froze when I saw her,” he started, “You've met her before,” you nodded, rubbing soothing circles on his hand.

“Anna was the first person I had genuinely grown to love and she was amazing, kept me on my toes, made me laugh until—” he suck in a breath, “—until she decided I wasn't enough.”

“What?” you thought they fell out of love, had a misunderstanding but never considered what he had to say next.

“She cheated on me while I was away at university, I had come back to surprise her and, yeah I got surprised with the sight in front of me.” his voice cracked and you wanted nothing more than to engulf him in a hug.

And so you did. He graciously accepted it, pulling you close enough for you to be on his lap. You noticed how he was shaking and you cupped his cheek.

“She's genuinely the worst human to have let gone of you,” you kissed his nose, “You're beautiful, amazing and most importantly, you're enough.”

You said those words in such a convincing manner that even he had grown to believe it.

“You think so?” he leaned forward.

“I know so,” you confirmed.

He let out a breath.

“You make me go crazy, y/n,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on yours.

“Use me,” you said, “To forget about her.”

“No,” he stopped you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I want you, genuinely. She's got nothing on you, y/n.”

His words were as convincing as yours, which made you kiss him, pulling his nape closer to you, he groaned into the kiss.

“Tell me about you,” he said after breaking the kiss.

“Tell what?” you gulped.

“The reason of your sadness, you've been the most jolly person I've ever come across and you haven't been yourself lately,” he worded it carefully as to not hurt you.

You bit your lip once before gathering your thoughts, “I got heartbroken too, i guess.”

“Did he hurt you?” his voice held anger.

“No! Lord no. I hurt myself by expecting too much.” you frowned, thinking about your summer camp and the bambi eyed boy who took your first kiss. Your first love.

“Hey, I got you,” he kissed you again, distracting your mind from going into a spiral of the thoughts you did not need.

You tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, his scent filled up your nose, subtle yet musky, whimpering out his name as he bit your clavicle, kissing it right after.

“Like that?” he asked, continuing to give you his undivided attention.

You nodded, looking at him, basked in the sight of his pretty face, nose brushing on your skin which tickled you faintly.

“Y/n,” he called your name lowly, his hand travelling inside your top, caressing your waist, squeezing it gently.

You were sitting just above his crotch, which made you aware of his current state, chest heaving up and down when you felt him growing hard.

“See what you're doing to me,” he whispered, his lips on the shell of your ear.

Just then, he rolled his hips up, pressing his hardened cock on your clothed core, which had started to get wet with your current activities.

A sudden feeling of bravery took over your body, “You can't complain when you're doing the same,” you let out, unbuttoning your shorts, guiding his hand inside for him to feel your soaked panties.

The groan he let out was enough to make you go crazy, head clouded with the thoughts more lewd. “I'm gonna fucking ruin you,” he said, rubbing you through your panties.

“Do it, please! I want you to ruin me,” you said, expressing your eagerness with each word, pressing yourself down on his fingers to get more friction.

You were under him just a second after those left your mouth, his hand cradling your cheek, “You sure?”

Nodding, you looked at him with an innocent expression, he heard how staggered your breath had become, “I need words, princess.”

His fingers wrapped around your neck, applying the slightest pressure to get an answer out of you, “Yes—” you breathed out, gulping down.

You whined when he retreated his hand, getting up, however, the sight in front of you was a thousand times better than you could have ever imagined.

Park Sunghoon getting rid of his clothes in all his glory, skin glistening under the dim light of the room.

Eyes never leaving yours, he got closer again, faint line of abs in your view as his hands swiftly removed your shorts along with your panties, leaving you bare from bottom.

He sucked in his breath at the sight. It was clear how you affected him just enough if not more, desperation shining deep in his keen dark eyes. Even more so when you happily got rid of your top for him, revealing your valley of breasts. He wasted no time in settling himself between your legs, his kisses felt nothing less than him worshipping your body. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure as he found a particular spot on your neck which made you shiver, that being his favourite place to come back to.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, his hardened length poking your inner thigh, too close to your wet slit, where you needed him the most.

Meanwhile, your brain also wondered how you'd be able to fit his length in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to your lips, brushing them against his in an urgent whisper, “Hoon, fuck me I beg you.”

“Shit. How can I ever say no to you, especially when you look at me like that?” he pumped his dick a few times, licking his lower lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, your wetness touching his tip.

He kisses you roughly as finally enters you in a go, thrusting a few times to bottom out inside you.

His lips silenced your moans, your mind turning into a mush with the stretch, lips chanting his name like a mantra, which his lips absorbed with a groan.

Your walls clenched around him, his breathing ragged with the warm feeling of having you around him. Having you under him wasn't something he should have ever thought about, but you gave him exactly what he wanted out of you, a reaction. Always shy and flustered around him, he loved that and looked forward to spending time with you, the physical attraction paired up with genuine liking, he had grown attached to you in the little time you spent together. However, he didn't consider it little for, you had always been around him one way or the other.

But having you under him topped it all. He can see how sensitive you've grown, so he decides to speed it up for you sake, teasing your nipples with his tongue as he pounded into you, his strength unmatched with the thrusts getting harder as you tried to contain your noises to prevent them reaching to other rooms. You couldn't afford that.

Your nails dug in his shoulders, dragging against his back hard enough to leave marks. He seemed to enjoy seeing you a squirming mess and he wondered how it would feel to hear your pretty whimpers and moans which you had been trying so hard to keep to yourself.

You felt like you were in heaven with a guy who didn't look any less than a greek god, fucking you with all he had, hitting your g-spot. You could barely comprehend anything but him, clenching around him harder when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a familiar knot building in your lower abdomen.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered, thumb caressing your cheek, “Show me how pretty you look while cumming,” he said, holding himself back from filling you up.

You felt drunk on his cock as he whispered sweet nothings in the shell of your ear, his breath tickling you. He made sure to maintain his composure while rubbing your clit with his thumb, helping you approach your orgasm with his thrusts getting sloppier. You gasp at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, Sunghoon pulling his cock out, spilling his cum all over your lower abdomen as he hissed out lowly, eyebrows scrunched and lip bitten with the euphoria taking over you both.

You couldn't stop yourself from gathering his cum on your two fingers, sucking them clean with a hum while looking into his eyes.

“Good fucking lord, you are so mine,” he growled, pulling you up into a kiss, his hand on your nape to have you closer to him.

He saw your face glowing, a gentle smile on your face, which he returned, feeling giddy. He pulled you up as you yelped, giggling. The aura in the room had switched to something lighter, happiness filling the air as you saw his eyes absorbing every inch of you.

“You were amazing,” he pecked you gently. “You are amazing, y/n.”

His words made you feel valid and safe, something which had been lacking in your life from a while despite your loved ones trying their hardest to cheer you up. And you were thankful to have them all. He had the most adorable smile on his face the entire time he babied you, cleaning you up and throwing in compliments here and there, which made you hide your face behind your hands.

Now clad in his big black t-shirt, you lied down on his bed, him joining you soon. You fiddled with the end of his t-shirt, it smelled like him and you felt like a little baby being pampered.

“C'mere, I haven't kissed you enough,” he held you close, making you laugh at the small kisses he placed all over your face.

“Hey!” you whined as he avoided your lips. That successfully elicited a laugh out of him as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Thank you,” he spoke softly, making you furrow your brows, cuddling closer to him under your light blanket, the cool air of the airconditioner giving you goosebumps, his warmth being your escape from it.

“For being here—” he held your hand, “—and hearing me out, I'm not the best when it comes to the heart to heart talks.” he admitted with a small frown.

“You can always talk to me, I'm here,” you said softly, pecking his forehead before he pulled you in an embrace.

“You're beautiful,” he said out of nowhere, resulting in your scrunched up nose which he found more than adorable, pulling you into a another kissing session which made you realize and come to terms with one important thing—

You liked Park Sunghoon.

And he reciprocated your feelings.

Sunghoon's head was buried in your neck, his lips brushed your skin with a soft tickle and this sight was something you hadn't ever expected to see, however, you wanted to remember it forever. You fondly ran your fingers through his soft locks just like you had wanted to, until you got an abrupt reminder of what had happened.

You had sex.

With Park Sunghoon.

Your best friend's brother.

With that, you woke up faster than ever with the intention to leave before getting caught. You wanted to tell Mina before she found out with some other source. The possibility of her accepting your newest setting would be high, but it was something you didn't want to bet over.

Sunghoon groaned with the sudden movement of yours, which disrupted his peaceful sleep, he looks angelic while sleeping, you did admit.

“Y/n?” his voice came out raspy, deeper than his usual tone, which was both, a blessing and a curse. You were torn between a need to hear more of his voice and the urge to get out without anyone else noticing.

Keeping, your hormones aside, you opted for the latter option, shaking the said boy to wake him enough for him to interpret your words properly.

“Mornin',” he scrunched his nose, opening one eye before pulling you in a hug, holding you like a plushie before placing a sweet kiss on your head.

Getting him out of bed was hard, especially when he wanted nothing more than to sleep with having you in his arms. Nevertheless, you succeed in dragging him to the attached bathroom, waiting for him to brush his teeth while you tried to keep your prying eyes away from his naked torso.

“Come on, Hoon, I have to get back! I can't get caught here, I don't even know how Mina would react to that—your sister is unpredictable really—” he figured that the only way to stop your rambling would be to have you pinned between his arms, and he did so, your back pressed against the sink tiles as he smirked, showing a glimpse of his freshly brushed teeth—which took him five more minutes than you despite the initial start time being same for you both.

“Princess, calm down or else I'll have to fuck your mouth to shut you up,” he warned playfully.

As tempting as the offer was, you shut your mouth, looking away from his gaze before he laughed, helping you out and dropping you back to your place without anyone else noticing your presence.

He was adamant about you kissing him as a good bye, which you did to earn a goofy smile out of him. He pulled you in for another one before letting you go with a sad look showcasing his face.

You took the longest shower after, telling your parents you stayed over at Mina's, which wasn't a lie on your side. Each droplet on your skin felt like a blanket of comfort as your vulnerable body thought about each thing that took place last night. The thought of Mina not knowing was killing you. Of course, you weren't about to tell her the details but seeking permission felt only right for you.

Which is why you sat down at your usual seat at the little pink cafe nearby, waiting for your friend to come over, your fingers rubbing your ear as you thought of fleeing at the last moment. You had called her but you did miss one important thing — you had no way to clearly tell her what you and Sunghoon were.

Not when you weren't sure yourself.

“It's been ages since I last met you,” she made her loud entrance, hugging you right away.

“I missed you,” you said, hugging her back.

You did, you missed hearing her bitching about random girls who hit on Yedam, you missed watching Disney movies with her even when you both were well versed with each line of Frozen, you would watch it with her without question.

Catching up with her was easy, it had barely been two days which you didn't spend with each other, yet she had a ton of new gossip to mull over, almost making you forget about your worries.

Just something about the Park siblings made you feel better in a genuine manner, maybe it was in their genes to have a safe aura around them.

You were laughing at something she had told you about her ex, until you both grew silent—it was a comfortable one.

“I saw you yesterday,” she started slowly.

You opened your mouth to say something, your heart beating faster at the wait of what was to come.

“After his breakup, he never opened up to anyone,” Mina confessed, you looking at her with confusion. “He didn't even tell mom, or me, or anyone for that matter. His appearance changed to the darker kind—” she tried wording it up correctly, but got emotional mid-way, eyes teary, “I don't know, he stopped talking altogether and he wasn't even ready to come home for holidays, it was mom who dragged him here.”

“Mina—” you tried to find some comforting words, gripping your drink tighter, “—I didn't know, I'm so sorry.”

She let out a soft laugh, “Sorry? You bitch! I should be saying thank you to you, I don't know what black magic you're doing to him but he's talking, smiling even!”

You felt overwhelmed with this newfound information, your hopes of having something genuine with him was high, and the thought of being with him wasn't so scary anymore.

“And I heard him open up to you last night, I didn't hear it of course, I wouldn't want to invade his privacy and left, but I'm glad he's got you, y/n.”

She looked at you with soft eyes, “I warned him to take care of you, but I have this little request for you too,” you nodded, eyes teary as you saw your friend sniffling. And you cursed yourself for being so sensitive. “Take care of him as well, please.” her voice came out strained and you nodded urgently, giving her the best smile you could muster at the given moment.

You opted to walk back home, letting everything sink in. First love was something which you had kept on a pedestal, the idea of falling in love was beautiful, but you did hear about it being comparable to a rose—beautiful, attracts everyone with it's pretty colours and fragrance. Nonetheless, it came with thorns which were promised to prick your skin, to make you bleed. It hurt. Sunghoon didn't take it well, you wouldn't either had you been in his place.

The weather seemed to have heard your inner conflicts, it's mood changing into a gloomy one as little rain droplets fell on your body, making you shiver with the cold temperature of it.

You didn't mind the drizzle, you simply wanted to run to Sunghoon and smash your lips onto his. Like you had thought of before — Park Sunghoon was a soft boy with a delicate heart beneath that tough leather jacket. Your clothes sticking to your body with the wetness of the rain taking over.

The walk was peaceful and you didn't have the littlest clue of what was to come. A deep voice called out your name, grabbing your attention as you finally looked up. You had almost been home. Nevertheless, you weren't sure if it was your hallucination, or wheather Sunghoon was standing in front of your place, hair wet and a sweet smile plastered onto his face as he saw you.

“Hoon?” you whispered, asking yourself if he was here, and he started walking towards you, which confirmed that you weren't going crazy. And you ran. Your heart talking control of your mind and he eagerly waited to pull you in a hug, but you had different plans.

Standing in front of him, you cup his cheek, standing on your tippy toes as you searched his eyes for any kind of hesitance. That's when he took your name again, hands on your waist, your body pressed against his as you finally smashed your lips on his, pulling him in a fervent kiss.

He had been restless ever since you had gone back to your place in the morning, he wanted to hold you again, to kiss you, to have you close to him. He wasn't a stranger to these feelings, well aware of how much he had grown to like you. So he simply came over to your place, only for your mom to say you're not home. Waiting for you seemed like the best idea since you hadn't checked his texts as well.

Park Sunghoon was a living fantasy, he swiftly removed his leather jacket, covering both your heads before pulling you closer by the nape. You laughed softly as his strong hands kept you up when your legs started to get wobbly, he drove you insane.

“Sunghoon,” his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

“I wanted to see you, I fucking miss you every second of my day. What have you done to me?” he spoke up, voice coming out as a breathless whisper.

Your heart melted at how effortlessly he confessed his feelings for you, made you feel like you mattered.

“Kiss me,” you replied, and he wasted no time in doing so, his lips feeling like a soft caress on yours, plump and molding perfectly against your own.

Your heart fluttered more than ever, and you knew he felt exactly the same with how fast his heartbeat was, your hand on his chest, your cheeks heating up with the feeling of happiness filling you up.

You wanted him around for a long time.

He made sure to do so.

The next few days were incredible, your parents were more than happy to see your eyes shining like they usually did, Kitty teased you with Sunghoon's name, laughing at how breathless you got with the thought of him being even close to you.

As for the said guy, he intended on being close to you. Just like how he paid a visit to you at midnight the other day, being the epitome of cliché as he got out a ladder to climb up to your room, your panicked face sending him into a laughing fit. He was unbelievable, going from being soft and cuddling with you, to grabbing your breast from behind, his hard on poked your ass. You gasped as he kept his hand over your mouth, trailing down sweet kisses on your neck before you pleaded for more. He held you close as he fucked you from behind, his nose brushing against your nape, and you could only close your eyes with how full and content you felt with him.

He couldn't get enough of you, especially when he hadn't heard you whimper out his name, so he decided to take you on a long drive in his beloved car, driving you to a breathtaking area, a secluded spot where the stars shined brightly.

Under that blanket of dark blue beauty, he kissed you, helping you get on his lap. That's when he heard you whimper for the very first time, he fucked you in his car, his big hands on your waist as he guided you through your orgasm, hips grinding on his dick until he filled the condom in you, pulling you into a fervent kiss right after, fingers gripping your hair to hold you in place.

He was a passionate kisser and he had grown addicted to have your lips on his. Demeanor changing soon after, he wanted to fill you up with all his love, he spent time staring at your sleeping figure after he had taken you back home, car parked in front of your place, but he had no heart to wake you up, especially when he found you the cutest in your sleepy state. He woke you up with kisses and helped you inside. Your parents loved him for being responsible and caring towards you.

Your nights were more for texting him, face timing him rather than sleeping. He went as far as singing in his deep baritone for you to sleep. He would never admit to it but his voice genuinely sounded pretty, at least to you.

With a few days left for prom, you had spent almost all days together, Mina stealing you for some days, at which he pouted with a sulky face. You could only coo, giving him a kiss on his mouth.

Seeing him staying away from ice skating was painful, even for you, and so you surprised him by taking him there, “Teach me?” you smiled, hugging him when you saw a flicker of emotion on his face. And he did, laughing as you tried to balance yourself, his hands on your waist coming to your rescue from falling down.

“Thank you,” he spoke gently, not caring about the few other people around the rink as he pulled you closer and into a soft kiss, caressing your cheek right after.

“Don't thank me,” you whispered with earnest eyes.

“Happiness looks good on you,” you had smiled before skating away.

And he swore his heart never felt this full before.

A maximum of three days later, he wanted to take you out yet again.

He took you out to the very same amusement park where you had third wheeled with Mina and Yedam. This time, however, he had decided he wanted you alone, not bothering to invite anyone else. That particular day was full of zeal, the air had a light breeze with the sun shining brightly over your head, not the kind to be irritating, but the kind that makes you feel fresh. His fingers intertwined with yours the entire time, he even got you matching headbands with a shy smile and you pinched his cheeks, ear tips red.

You squealed when he kissed you on top the ferris wheel, “Cliché, right?” he had asked after breaking the kiss, forehead pressed against yours.

“You're a dork, I hope you know that,” you had laughed.

“It kills me,” he pouted, dropping you back home, his hand resting on your thigh.

“What does?” you mindlessly asked, eyes fixated on the shaded sky, watching the sun say good bye for the day.

“I won't be able to see you tomorrow,” he whined, and you laughed.

Things had changed, his tough boy exterior always vanished around you, and, well, he wanted to spend every second of his day in your presence.

“It's just a day, Hoonie, I have to have my beauty rest and pampering sessions before the big day, no?” you asked, talking about prom which was to take place overmorrow, “Besides, you can always send in your random memes and text me.”

“Texting isn't enough.”

“Then what is?” you asked, lips turned up as you knew exactly what he had in mind.

“I'll show you.”

Safe to say, you ended up on his lap, his lips not having enough of you as he took his sweet time before letting you leave, texting you as soon as he got back to his room too.

Your to-do list had a myriad of tasks, namely—waxing, getting your hair done, a facial clean-up and some other minute things you had to pick up. Mina was your company for the day, she scrunched up her nose each time you told her about a certain thing you did with Sunghoon, calling it gross with an amused face. You definitely kept the spicy details to yourself, not wanting to traumatise her.

“But I really am glad to see you both happy, and that sounds sappy, and that rhymes—what the fuck?” your best friend rambled on continuously while getting her nails done, the assistant applying the last coat of nail polish on it. Meanwhile, you were done with yours, shaking your head at the series of texts Sunghoon had sent.

“That's gross,” she scrunched up her face at the kissing emojis Sunghoon had sent.

He was a cheesy texter, you admit.

Nevertheless, you felt happy.

Looking back, you would have laughed had someone said that you'll be going to prom with the infamous Park Sunghoon, who just happened to be your best friend's brother.

The reality, however, didn't seem bad to you, in fact, you loved every bit of it. Time passed by slowly, and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again but were not allowed to do so.

It was the day, the reason why you had grown close to Sunghoon—your prom day. You probably wouldn't even have been talking to him had he not accepted Mina's offer to be your date. So, you had to thank Mina for her over the top ideas and overexcited state.

And to top your hopeless state, Sunghoon had been teasing you since the morning, sending you arm pics as he flexed his muscles for you to see how ripped he had gotten. You didn't want wetness pooling in your panties with him not around to help you out, so you kept your phone a safe distance away, ignoring the poor boy who ended up shaving to pass his time, scrolling back to read your older texts. The chat history wasn't supposed to be this long considering you had started texting a total of twenty five days back.

“Don't move!” Mina screamed.

“I can't fucking help it!” you said, using the exact tone as her.

“If you move again then your liner will be smudged and then Sunghoon, ew by the way, would run away and then you'll come back to me, crying.”

“That's not how it works.”

Mina had been trying to perfect your liner from the past seven minutes, and your constant squirming didn't assist her well. You weren't sure if it was excitement or anxiety.

“Finally,” she sighed, moving back and you sank into your seat, finding your messed up posture comfortable before drinking water. You opened your eyes after Mina confirmed that your liner was fully dried, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

The lipstick shade complemented to your skin shade well as you smiled, eyes looking estatic in wait of him seeing you like this. And you couldn't help but ponder about how he would look in his black suit, a white button up which would fit his body perfectly—

No. You shook your head, helping yourself to be devoid of any thoughts which could possibly make you needy.

“Get dressed, quick!” she clapped her hands, coming out of the bathroom after she had changed. She wore a light pink, silky, off shoulder dress which reached her knees.

You whistled lowly, “Damn you look hot—”

“—and you should leave before I make-out with you,” she replied in a breath, making you laugh, you followed her instructions nevertheless.

The black dress fit you perfectly, and you wished Sunghoon was here to zip it up for you like the previous time, the very time he had made your legs feel like a jelly, and you could only wonder how his reaction would be while seeing you in all your glory.

“You know what? Maybe we should make-out,” Mina gasped, looking at you up and down, which made you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, Yedam would kill me though,” you played along.

“Who cares about him, I want you,” she purred and you both broke into a fit of giggles just a second later.

“Speaking of the devil, he's here! I'll be leaving first, and Sunghoon is on his way! And uhm, don't forget to keep your lipstick and spare tissues with you, wear the second set of heels instead of the first one, see you!” you wondered how she spoke it all in a breath but you hugged her softly, thanking her for helping you out, to which she slapped your arm.

She practically ran after, shouting good byes to your parents downstairs and you shook your head at her usual antics.

“Oh, y/n, you look beautiful,” your parents said and your sister giggled at your mom's emotional state, seeing her daughter grow into a beautiful woman was something she would never be able to get used to, especially when you're still their little girl.

You hugged them softly, not to mess up your styled hair. Just then, the bell rang and you noticed a camera in Kitty's hands. “Oh no, you won't be embarassing me today—”

“Oh yes, we have to get a picture of his reaction when he sees you, duh! Go and hide!” she shooed you away, asking you to hide near the staircase.

And you obliged, heartbeat racing with the urge to see him, kiss him. That wasn't something you'd do in front of your family, hence, you kicked that thought out of your mind.

“Good evening—” his voice reached your ears and suddenly, your mom started complimenting him, gushing about how handsome he looks, Kitty following the suit while your dad made sure to remind him to take care of you, the usual dad stuff basically.

That's when you took a deep breath, coming out to reveal yourself, your heels clanking against the floor successfully captured his attention.

Your eyes are fixated on his face to memorize his expression. His mouth hung open slightly, eyes raked up and down your body, absorbing every inch of your beauty, breathing hitched and hands clutching a bag and a bouquet of flowers tighter than intended.

A flash of light snapped him out of his daze.

“Awestruck? Perfect for the album!” your sister squealed and you sighed.

Your legs felt weak already with his presence around you, specially when he looked like a guy straight out of your fantasy. Hair combed and parted to the side, suit hugging his figure perfectly, lips plump and soft, a watch adorned his hand with a few rings on his finger. Jaw well defined with a face that was carved by the god himself. Safe to say, you were in a daze too.

Your parents excused themselves, dragging a very pouty Kitty away—who wished to see the whole ordeal as if it were a movie.

“Hey, you—” he walked towards you, stretching his hand to give you a pretty bouquet of baby's breath, remembering how you had once mentioned them in a conversation, saying they look pretty, “—you look stunning,” you wrapped your fingers to accept the flowers, but he only pulled you closer, “And so fucking hot.”

His breath fanned the shell of your ear, “Glad to see you learned how to zip your dress up,” he spoke lowly and you pushed him, shy with his sudden advances.

He found you just as cute as he did when he wiped that chocolate from the corner of your lip. “Hey, c'mere.”

His whisper was soft as he took out a pretty corsage from his bag, securing the tiny flower bouquet as you looked at him with fond eyes, “This is beautiful,” you breathed out, overwhelmed and giddy to have him around you.

“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” he smiled, placing his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him, “Beautiful, beautiful girl.”

His lips brushed against yours, your nose touching his as he placed a feather light kiss, so delicate that you barely felt it. With that, he stepped back and you whined.

“Can't have your lipstick getting smudged already, can we?” he teased, and you pouted.

“Unfair! You're not getting any kisses tonight then.”

“We'll see, princess.” he said, arm out and you grabbed it, “Shall we?” he asked, voice resembling that of a royalty.

“We shall, prince.” you laughed softly, shouting a good bye to your parents and asking your mom to put the flowers in a jar before leaving for your prom. Finally.

You had started to think that Park Sunghoon had gone absolutely crazy with the amount of teasing he has done in the span of your short drive. It's normal for him to place his hand on your thighs, however, squeezing and inching it up was a new action.

“Hoon,” you had gulped and he only shook his head slowly.

“Shh, baby, I'm trying my hardest not to fuck you here.”

And you've been a mess ever since, his hand rested on your waist while you made your way inside the venue, the decorations were far more grand than you had imagined, whole student body on the dancefloor, jumping and smiling as they moved their bodies with the rhythm, the food section on the other side and tables set for you all to rest and sit down. Your eyes met Mina on the dance floor and she winked at you, while you blew her a kiss, waving towards Yedam.

Sunghoon's hold was tighter as he noticed a some faces glancing your way, you being the object of either desire or envy with your beauty. Pairing that up with Sunghoon being your partner, it was a topic of gossip since no one knew how and when Anna had broken up with him, and since when was he with you. Rumours were sure to spread soon.

However, you weren't bothered, school was over and you had to leave for university soon, waiting for the acceptance letters to come back.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, keeping up his royal agenda for the night.

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, “You may.”

He led you to the dance floor, hands settling down on your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest, swaying slowly despite the music being fast which elicited a hearty laugh out of you, his own fangs showing in a wide smile.

He spins you towards him so your bodies are pressed against each other, his blazer touching your bare clavicle, hands circling your waist, placing subtle teasing touches here and there.

Your majority of the time was spent while dancing, and of course, Park Sunghoon had to be a good dancer and you were convinced that there was nothing he couldn't do. Except, he didn't kiss you the whole night. He had you on your tippy toes each time he came closer to you, but never once fully pressed his lips against yours as if he was testing your patience.

“I'm gonna get a drink,” you said, sulking away from his figure and he pulled you back.

“Sorry to say, but that drink is a hundred percent spiked,” he let out and you sulked further.

“I'm thirsty!” you whined.

“So am I,” he said, but the desire in his eyes told you that you both were talking about two completely different kind of thirsts.

“You're not getting shit, Park,” you smirked, feeling the need to talk back all of a sudden and he played with a strand of your hair.

“Why is that, kitten?” the new nickname made you gulp down, looking away for a second.

“Figure that out yourself,” you said, walking away and he followed you as you stood at the back with the crowning of prom king and queen taking place, something you didn't have any particular interest in.

“I can make you cum untouched, y'know?” he continued with his comments, which you'd admit, did affect you.

“Shut up, someone will hear!” you gasped out.

“Look, it's the asshole,” Mina came by your side, to which Sunghoon groaned, but looked at where she was pointing.

Anna, the prom queen. It was expected with how hard she had been trying to please everyone the whole year, votes went to her and the smile on her face was too bright for your liking. The king however, was some guy from the football team, Yoshi standing there with a small smile as he watched his girlfriend click pictures with another guy.

You genuinely felt bad for him, a frown on your face.

“I can't believe she came here with Yoshi!” she spoke up, a distasteful expression on her face.

“I know,” you whispered.

Sunghoon looked blank at the scene, not even bothering to look at his ex, when he had you to look at. He knew for certain that the only thing she cared about was her image.

“I'll be staying with Yedam for the night so don't worry about me not getting home,” she told Hoon simply and his eyes widened.

“No funny business or you're dead,” he spoke with serious eyes and you laughed, Mina slapped her forehead and Yedam looked at her for help.

“Have fun!” you winked at her, dragging Sunghoon away—who had a lot to say to Yedam.

The night was going peacefully, you giggling at something Sunghoon was whispered in your ear. You had been blaming him for being a tease all night, while he claimed to have done nothing of that sort.

“Okay, don't blame me because I won't be able to stop,” he said, pulling you closer by nape and kissing you right on your mouth, tongue entering your mouth as you gasped, humming at what you had been craving for the whole night.

You looked at him with a dizzy smile, shy at how easily he took in control and swept you off your feet.

Your smile dropped when you saw Yoshi waving at you, his expression unreadable as Anna excused herself from him, making her way towards where you and Sunghoon stood, a small smile on her face. Some people halted to see the interaction between the exes, you standing there with your hands in his, squeezing it gently to reassure him.

“Hey! Y/n, was it?” she smiled, too sweet for it to be real.

“Hey, Anna,” you forced a smile of your own.

Her eyes went down to see your fingers intertwined with his, a muscle in her jaw twitching.

“Hoonie,” she breathed out, eyes softening.

And you cringed at the name, despite it being the one everyone used for him. It didn't sound pleasant coming out of her mouth. Especially when you knew what she did to him.

“Anna,” his reply was short and nod curt, he turned towards you, not planning to drag the unnecessary conversation any longer.

“Didn't peg you to be the kind to have hots for your sister's friend,” she spoke quickly, grabbing his attention back again and Hoon was just as fast to reply, reporting before you could say anything.

“Yeah? Exactly like how I didn't peg you to be a fucking cheater.”

His voice being loud enough for a few people to hear, then he dropped his tone with a smirk, “Bet your little boyfriend doesn't know that yet.”

Her expression was that of a horrified one, and you only smiled at her, the same sickening sweet one which she gave you a minute back.

With that, you and Sunghoon left hand in hand, you dragging him out to get some fresh air. The night sky was pretty, sun had set and the breeze was soothingly cool. Leaning against the brink wall outside, he let out a laugh, a genuine laugh.

“I can't believe I said that.”

“I mean, she deserved it.”

You smiled, seeing him answer her fearlessly, unlike how he had been the other day, scared and insecure.

“I do not know how but, you give me confidence,” he breathed out, eyes shining under the moonlight, “And—”

He cupped your cheeks, “—I like you so much, I cannot stop smiling when I look at you.”

His confession made your heart skip a beat and you searched his eyes for any hint of joke or humour. You didn't find any.

“I—I like you more than I like anyone else, Sunghoon,” you spoke up, both your eyes teary at the scene.

And you meant it whole heartedly.

“Let's get out of here.”

You nodded, running as best as you could muster in your heels to get in the car with him. Excitement coursed through his body, he was estatic at your revelation, thinking that you'd reject him by calling him just a fling. However, seeing that wasn't the case made him smile uncontrollably, he had to bite on his lip to prevent it from showing on his face.

“Hey,” he whispered, turning your way to buckle your seatbelt up, nose brushing against yours as you shyly mumbled a hey back, which lead him to swoon over your cute demeanor, rewarding you with a sweet kiss on your lips, his own lips were covered in your lipstick, making him look prettier than you could have imagined.

You wondered how fun it would be to do his makeup if he allowed you to. Different scenarios filling up your mind as you thought of endless possibilities of your future, not bothering to think about leaving for college just yet.

It didn't take him long to drive you back to his place with how needy he was, pulling you inside his room and closing the door right after, pinning you against the door and holding your waist up, his lips on yours in a slow and sensual kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He gently placed you on the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he supported his weight on his arms above you.

“Princess,” his voice was breathy and you felt dazed.

You leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back with a smirk, “Seems like you're enjoying this a little too much.”

It made you whine, trying to pull him closer and he only pulled back further.

“Sunghoon, don't tease me!” you pouted.

“Are you asking or begging?” his voice came out deep.

“—Please?” you tried begging with the softest eyes you could muster.

Even his simple words were enough for you to submit to him, his body commanding your every move.

“Such a good girl,” he pulled you in a fervent kiss before dipping to whisper, “My good girl.”

You had always loved praises of all kinds, but never expected to get aroused hearing something so simple.

“Come on,” he pulled you up, easily turning you around, “I love this dress on you,” his lips touched your shoulder blade, “But I think we don't need it right now.”

He wasted no time in zipping down your dress, his fingers trailing on your spine, while leaving you bare in just your panties. He followed the suit, getting rid of his blazer and he almost lost his mind when you helped him unbutton his white shirt, groaning as your fingers touched his body, caressing his faint abs before you squeezed his cock which looked painfully hard under his pants.

He pushed you on the bed yet again, getting rid of his pants as well to show you how much he wants you.

“Hoon—” you shivered as he parted your legs, practically tearing your underwear away.

“So fucking pretty, I need to mark you up. Fuck, I can't wait to have my cock in your tight pussy, can't wait to fuck my pretty girl.”

Your back arched into him as he used his tongue flat on your clit, your fingers gripping his hair to keep him in place, “Hoon, y—you feel so good!” your voice was like a melody to his ears. You only bucked your hips up his face to get more of him.

He came up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue as you moaned in his mouth. True to his words, he sucked and licked on your clavicle, leaving it sore, sure to turn into a reddish purple colour by tomorrow.

His thumb rubbed against your clit harshly, and your soft moans drove him crazy, he wanted to take his time with you.

“Please fill me up, I want you,” you whispered as he pressed his tip on your slit, rubbing it slightly to coat his tip with your arousal, “Lord, I like you so much! I want you so much—” you gasped as he silenced you with a kiss, carefully pressing himself into you, filling you to the brim.

He pulls out slowly before pushing himself back in, continuing his ministrations as you held on to his shoulders, gripping them hard while his name rolled off your tongue in the perfect manner.

It's intimate, slow and he can't focus on anything else but your face, mouth slightly open, eyes closing with pleasure and lips swollen with how hard he had kissed you earlier.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, resting them on the expanse of the bed, a few more thrusts made you hum.

“You're beautiful,” he spoke up, stopping to stare at your state yet again, “So very beautiful, can't get enough of you.”

His words made you shy, his thumb stroking the curve of your lips as he looked at you with admiration, wanting to be closer than you more than ever.

The touch wasn't enough, you craved more, you begged for more.

“I can't hold it anymore,” he spoke up, thrusting in again as your warm walls welcomed him. You could see his cock disappearing inside your hole.

“I'm gonna cum, Hoon!” you admitted out loud as well.

“Go ahead baby, I got you,” at that very moment, you let go and arch your back with your arousal coursing down your body, his own length twitching inside you.

However, you stopped him before he could pull out, “Fill me up please, want to filled up with your cum,” you requested, making you mention that you're on your pill to him yet again and, with an offer so tempting, he couldn't say no.

He was filling you up after a few more thrusts, resting his face in the crook of your neck, his breath fanned your skin as you closed your eyes, tiredness seeping into your body with how hectic your day had been.

Most importantly, you felt loved throughout it all, Sunghoon gave you his undivided attention at all times, you had grown so used to being around him, being without him felt like torture.

“Tired?” he asked, settling down next to you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, snuggling closer to him as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“Let's get you ready for bed, yeah?” he said softly, helping you clean your makeup as he stood between your legs, placing you on the sink counter.

He smiled at your sleepy state, being gentle with you.

He held you for the night, “I like you,” he said softly.

“I like you too,” you giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours before spooning with you.

And you drifted to the dreamland peacefully. It was a prom to remember, and even while sleeping, Sunghoon was only person who serenaded your mind.

Your sleep was disturbed by your loud ringtone. Groaning, you woke up and checked to see the caller—your mom. You groggily answered the call.

“Mum?” you asked.

She replied hurriedly, calling you home that very instant. Your eyes widened and you rushed to gather your clothes, waking up Sunghoon in the process.

“What's wrong?” he asked, eyes adjusting to the light.

“Home. Now.”

The room was silent, everyone staring at your figure while you shut your eyes, palms pressed together in a deep prayer before you breathed out, gulping down the anxiety building up in your stomach.

You nodded, wetting your lower lip before grabbing the envelope in front of you, tearing it open in the most gentle manner, agonizingly slow. All eyes were on your face as your eyes read through what was printed on the paper.

You had to bite your lip to stop it from quivering as you lowered your sheet, opening and closing your mouth.

“Decelis University, Seoul—” your voice was barely a whisper before it got louder, “—I got accepted.”

Your revelation led to rounds of screaming and suddenly, you were pulled into a group hug with everyone congratulating you sporting the most genuine smiles on their faces. Giggles left your mouth with everything going on, you called Mina, telling her and she started crying on the call, “Fuck I'm so proud of you y/n,” she sniffled.

Decelis University was your dream university, the one you'd so dearly wished to get into. You had submitted the forms for both, Seoul and the Busan branch, the prior being your topmost priority and you were overwhelmed to say the least.

“Hey,” Sunghoon was by your side just as he saw your sudden change in expression, “What's wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, plastering a fake smile on your face.

He didn't buy it, however, he didn't push you to tell him and only ended up talking about it again while you both sat down at the nearby park, watching the sunset. Your happiness had a hint of sadness to it, he could sense it.

“Are you happy?” he asked simply.

The question caught you off guard, “Yeah! Yeah, of course I am.”

“Princess,” he sighed, “You've been frowning the whole time.”

You winced, wondering if your feelings were that evident on your face. Head in your hands, you tried to gather your thoughts to formulate some sort of excuse.

Instead, you were pulled into a hug, Sunghoon's hand softly caressing your hair, “You don't have to say anything, okay? Just tell me this is temporary and you'll be okay soon after.”

You snuggled closer to him, “I'm just—worried.”

“Hm? What's it, baby?”

“This is gonna stop really stupid,” you laughed a little before pulling back and answering. “I don't know what we are, Sunghoon. You'll go back to Busan for your uni and I'll be shifting to Seoul soon. The thought of being far from you after this month—It doesn't settle well with me.”

You hid behind your hands again, which he grabbed to kiss your nose softly, “You've been worried about this the whole time?” he asked slowly, a sad smile on his face.

He couldn't lie, he thought about it more times than just once. Deep inside, his insecurity had screamed about how he should hold you back, just for the sake of him. You're basically starting a new life in Seoul, and he doesn't wish to be an object of hindrance in your way. It was awfully eerie how you both had the same thought running in your mind. You didn't wish to stop Sunghoon either, always thinking how he could find someone better than you.

You knew that overthinking would be your downfall.

“And, you're leaving soon too.” your words were strained.

“I don't want to,” he admitted.

“But you have to, and so I,” you couldn't look him in the eye anymore.

The one thing you couldn't handle was the distance—once grown, it was sure to end up drifting away even far with the limitations in interactions.

“Then, let's just make the most of it, hm?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod, trying to calm your heart which was a fraction away from breaking. Again.

He held you the entire time you needed to be okay. But you wondered how you'll be okay after he actually leaves.

“Will you be there tomorrow?” you asked in a low voice.

“I wouldn't dare miss your graduation,” he promised.

True to his word, you found him sitting at the back with your and his own family as you and Mina waved at them excitedly. It was something you had grown accustomed to, mustering up a smile even when you felt empty inside. The expression worked wonders on others.

The ceremony went smoothly, genuinely making you feel content with everything. You hugged Sunghoon when he practically sang out congratulations for you, not caring about the others around you. Your parents were happy at the sight of you and Sunghoon, almost as if they were ready to give their blessings and get you married already, your mother not so discreetly talking about the same while Mina and Yedam laughed at their excitement.

It was another one of those days where the weather wasn't too hot or too cold. He took you out for ice cream right after, making sure to go to the exact shop where you went after your little impromptu movie date, soon going to little arcade nearby where you won all the games, while he sulked around for losing. Maybe he wasn't an all rounder after all.

A month was over and the only question lingering on your mind was—when was Sunghoon going to go back.

Although that was the very thing you didn't wish to ponder upon, however, he told you exactly that before dropping you off at home, in the silence of his car.

“I'm leaving tomorrow.”

You didn't look at him, staring at your lap instead. Facing such situations wasn't your strong suit.

“I—” your tears didn't let you finish your sentence, you rushed to go back inside your place, which was empty since your parents and sister had gone out to your aunt's place for the night.

Sunghoon called out your name with desperacy, following you inside without second thoughts.

“Listen to me just once, please!” his voice came out strained.

“I don't want this,” you spoke up, a tear trailing down your cheek and you wished you to have been less attached. “I can't lose you.”

He pulled you closer until you were crying on his shoulder, his own lip trembling with guilt. He never thought he'd so attached to you, but how could he not? Especially when you looked at him with those eyes, the same eyes he fell in love with in the span of a month.

“Let me make it up to you, please.”

It was his desperacy that spoke up, he wished to make love to you, to hold you for one last time, not knowing what the future held for you both.

“Make love to me, Sunghoon,” your voice was broken but he obliged.

It was slow how he undressed you, memorizing every inch of your body, placing kisses whenever he could just to hear your gasp. The silence was loud, the only sound in the room was due to your activites.

Sunghoon couldn't help but look into your eyes the entire time he was inside you, thrusting gently as he hit all your good spots, blinding you with his essence.

It was gentle, he was so sweet, whispering the words of affirmation in your ear, calling you his girl, his pretty girl. He couldn't stop himself from placing his lips on yours every minute, wishing to be closer to you. Your body quivered, arms wrapped around his neck as you reached your euphoria with him, muttering curses with the heightened sensation.

He kissed your tears away, placing feather light kisses all over your face.

You had grown to love him.

He never wished to leave you.

His arms tightened around your body as he held you to sleep, scared that you'll disappear when he wakes up.

You simply showered him with love, caressing his cheeks as you saw him sleep in your arms, clinging onto you like a koala, the sight was so endearing, it lead you to a peaceful sleep soon after.

Waking up in his arms felt more painful than ever, the pain only escalating when you followed him to the airport, Yedam driving you there as Mina sat shotgun. Sunghoon was clad in all black, just like the day he had came back. He simply hugged his sister, teasing her about something only he knew about. Next up, he warned Yedam to be on his behaviour with his sister, to which he nodded with earnest eyes.

That left you to be the last one to say good bye to him. There was so much you wanted to say to him, so much you wished you could have done with him. Heck, you'd do anything to take him out for ice skating just one more time.

“H—hoon,” you didn't wish to cry, not like this. Even your friend was frowning at your fragile state, however, there was no one to blame for this.

“Shh,” he pulled you in a tight hug, his own emotions getting the best of him.

Your heart twisted as you looked him in the eye, face contorted, lingering sadness in his deep brown eyes. The words were strangled in your throat as you tried to speak up.

“I—”

“I know.” His words were soft before he took your hands, placing soft kisses on your knuckles, “I do too,” he said, reaching to cup your face, pressing one last kiss on your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds before he pulled away, giving you the smallest smile as he made his way inside the airport, not forgetting to get one last look at your sad figure as he finally left for Busan.

That very moment, you realized that falling in love was easy but getting over it was hard. It hadn't even been five minutes and Sunghoon had texted you already. However, you could only cry silent tears of conflict your feelings faced, Mina held you the entire time, saying sorry for absolutely no reason, somehow blaming herself for being the one who started the story of you and Hoon. You didn't regret it, being with Sunghoon was a dream, a dream that ended in the little time of a month.

You texted, called and did all you could to keep your bonds strong, not putting a label on your relationship, however, you drifted as the time passed by. With you moving to Seoul and him working hard towards achieving a better grade, you lost contact. Your fingers itched to call him, but you couldn't muster enough courage to do so, not knowing that he faced the same dispute.

Insecurity won in the end.

It was like a replay all over again and you swore to not let anyone get close to you now that you were in your new setting.

Seoul was a beautiful city, a busy one which kept you on your toes, your schedule different from your usual one and you indulged yourself in working hard to maintain your gpa.

Yet the little voice at the back of your head made sure to remind you of a certain guy who called you princess.

And just like you had done before, you decided to write him a letter.

The one which will stay in your safe box for the entirety of its life.

Dear Park Sunghoon,

It was a cold winter day when I had first met you at the bus stop. The air was freezing with no seats left on the bus except for one. You opted to stand instead of taking the seat, offering it to me despite being a stranger. Perhaps that was the very day I had grown to like you, the small moles scattered all over your face only added to your beauty.

I never thought I'd run into you again. I certainly hoped I did because the way you looked back, giving me a small wave before getting off the bus was enough of a reason for my brain to imprint your face in my memory.

But I saw you again once I befriended Mina, the little smile on your face told me that you, indeed, remembered me.

Even with our little interactions over the years, I had grown to like you, to like how sweet you were, how selfless you were when you offered to get food for us in the seventh grade, when your mom wasn't around. I was sure you never saw me as more than just your sister's best friend, and I was content with it.

However, this time you came back like a cold breeze, bringing comfort to my existence on a hot summery day, lingering for a while until it was hot all over again.

I thought you had changed with your changed demeanor and black leather jacket. But I was wrong, you were the same guy I met in the bus all those years back. You drove me around without complaining a bit, you even agreed on accompanying me to the prom when you could have easily said no.

You teased me like it was your business, you kissed me like you meant it. You swept me off my feet, Park Sunghoon, and I landed straight in the comfort of your strong arms.

Our time together was short-lived, but it didn't stop me from falling in love with you.

You were so perfect, holding me close, giving me the warmth I had always craved. You let me in, let me explore the beauty of you and I don't think I'll get over the magic that you hold in your eyes.

I found it to be the most adorable thing when you hugged me like a baby, being scared of the ghost in the movie. That very day, you kissed me for the first time and I broke all my walls to let you in.

Seeing you skate was a sight for sore eyes. The way you carry yourself is no less than a royalty. Mayhaps that is why I ended up falling deeper for you.

We found solace in each other, you helped me overcome my past while you mentioned how my presence helped you with the same.

But you never taught me how to overcome this overflowing love I have for you.

It's been months since I last saw you, and not a day has passed by when I didn't wonder about this.

Did we give up too easily?

Could we have worked out despite the cruel distance?

I'm not certain as to what will happen the next time we meet, if we ever meet. But it is certain that you will always have a special place in my heart. I'm writing this letter in order to come to terms with my own feelings, but I'll always wonder about this one thing, Sunghoon.

Did it hurt you as much as it hurt me?

Love,

The girl you took to prom.

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bye I was so confused I thought it was about y/n posting the pics not the other way around 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"PICTURES I POSTED ON MY IG STORY JUST FOR MY CRUSH TO SEE" TREND W/ JAKE

pairing! non-idol!jake x gn!reader

genre! fluff, college au, social media au

warning! nothing, just teeth rotting fluff

notes! found this trend to be fricking adorable so I wanted to do it with jake cuz I feel like he'd do this type of thing lmao, enjoyyy

@ boigyu 2024. don't plagiarize, steal or translate my work

mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually was NOT prepared for this my GOD if someone asks me what supporting reason can I show them why I grew to love this man, this fic will be pulled up IMMEDIATELY IN A NANOSECOND LIKE ??????

wanting, hhj x reader

✧ genre/tw extreme lying in the grass with hyune on his birthday, major yearning alert, really dangerous fluff i am so sorry, i love yous and maybe a few pet names, unedited<3

✧ w/c 784

✧ this is very quick and mainly just a word dump, but i hope you like it! some sweet for the sweetest boys birthday... how lovely the first bit of spring comes with him

Sitting close this close to him you can smell the sunscreen mixing with his sweet cologne– the scent of warm weather days; springs and summers spent laying together just like this… glowing underneath the sun like two sleepy cats.  It’s funny to think that you’ve laid this way a hundred times in a hundred different ways, yet the novelty never wears. His long fingers swiping their way down your arm, reaching around your wrist and holding tightly. This close he can feel your heartbeat all around him, your chest pressed right into his and the rapid thump coming from his hold around your bracelet. Even after all this time, you still get so nervous being with him, the familiarity of his love swirling in your chest and your stomach–creating shaky hands and warm cheeks. 

Hyunjin’s eyes are peering down at you, striking you down with the strength of it. He’s so happy, springtime brightening his complexion with the shiniest smile you’ve ever seen, happiness leaping off of him. The warm blush settling along his cheekbones, the same color of the blossoms above you, creates a brilliant desire to heat up in you. Not a physical desire, not the disastrous need of nights past, but a fire of want… days spent waking up together and kissing goodnight, pictures and paintings, shared nightstand novels.

It’s ridiculous, you have him already– your hearts are tied together with twine; shared myocardium morphing into one beautiful beating thing– yet you don’t think you could ever stop yourself from wanting more. That wishing ache for him to be with you, too see him like a mirror to your own soul. 

He told you once that being with you was like a shower of cold mist on a hot day. You remember laughing, giggling at the unexpected confession for an early morning, but you see now. This unexpected pain for loving and needing and wanting someone so much, the biting incredulity of seeing someone. 

This close, both can see the evidence of the human condition wearing on each others faces, but Hyunjin has never been fonder of sun scars or smile lines–he loves you and he tells you with the blossomed trees as his witnesses. 

“I love you too, Hyune.” you say, quietly though you’re alone, and his grin is a lesson in heartbreak; so lovely, like a supernova. 

He never thought he could love springtime so much, had always been accustomed to fall and the icy cold weather of winter, but lying here with you he thinks spring might be his favorite. Seeing you and the flowers alight into living breathing blooms takes his breath away, makes him reach for his pencils and his paints. In the week alone he’s amassed several pictures of you, all beautiful, but none right. It’s the only reason he resents his love for you, so big and blinding, that no matter how exact the portrait is, it’s still missing that fundamental gleam you hold. 

“When we get home, can I paint you again?” The question while posed so sweetly makes you groan, if it wasn’t his birthday there’d be no way you’d sit for him another time. And yet, you can’t deny how special he is–the only thing he wanted today was to spend it with you, cake and presents optional. 

It’s this magic that makes you agree, and you can’t deny the excitement of seeing him work. Ever focused and hard working, Hyunjin’s world stopping even while in messy clothes and tied up hair. Seeing him paint made you fall in love with him; the sight of his color covered hands and his clear gaze over his canvas, looking over at you to smile… god you were doomed for him then. 

His stare turns to the clouds now, smile still lilting as he speaks, “i’m painting you right now actually,” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Sometimes in my head I look at you, and I feel the need for a pencil or a brush. I see what colors I would use, how I would blend them together to get the exact shade for your eyes… I’m doing it now.” 

It’s such a Hyunjin thing to say, yet the truth of it shocks you–what a beautiful boy he is, a rare and lovely find. Grinning like he knows he’s wooing you, staring up at the maya blue sky and painting a picture in his head. 

“I really do love you, Hyune.” you tell him, and the strength of it turns his head. Lighting his eyes with a fondness made for spring, rising slightly to settle his lips over your forehead before replying earnestly with every bit of truth in his heart, 

“I love you too.”

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[ time stamp: 5:37am — yjw ]

-> pairing: jungwon x gn! reader

-> warnings: none!

-> author’s note: welcome to my 100 follower special! i hope you all enjoy this :)

this time stamp because i always think of wonie when i think of sunrises.

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the first few rays of the morning sun started peeking through the windows of your high-rise apartment, slowly filling your bedroom and the rest of the busy heart of seoul in an early warmth. the leftover chill from the night before still hung around you, creating a perfect mix of temperatures that you realized you could only find in the times you woke up before six am. squinting your eyes in an attempt at adjusting to the new light source pouring into your home as the sun rose, you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. 

scanning the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, you find him still sleeping peacefully with his bangs flopped over his forehead, his lips slightly apart as he breathed in and out. smiling to yourself, you reach out from under your fluffy comforter and over to his soft locks, brushing them out of his eyes so that you could see his beautiful cat-like face better. jungwon stirs slightly at this but doesn’t wake, making you quietly chuckle at how tired he was. carefully pulling the covers off your body, the crisp morning air immediately sends a chill down your spine. shaking off the cold, you place your feet onto the wooden floor below and set out to make a home-cooked breakfast for you and your loving boyfriend. but before you could get up, an arm grabs onto your waist, putting a temporary halt to your plans.

“where are you going?” a sleepy jungwon questions, struggling to keep his eyes open. 

you bend down and press multiple kisses to his soft cheek. “good morning, love. i’m going to make us breakfast, what do you want to eat?”

he closes his eyes again and tries to pull you in tighter. “i don’t want breakfast, i want you to come back to bed.”

letting out a proper laugh this time, you put your feet back onto the mattress, feeling the cold finally seeping through your toes, and scoot a little closer to jungwon. “come on, i’ll make us banana pancakes if you’d like. i know how much you liked them the last time i made them.”

he cracks his eyes open and narrows them at the sun—which had risen a lot more since the time you woke up—before setting them on you. you let out a grin at his sleepy self, running your hands through his hair once again. 

“fifteen more minutes? and then we can both get up to make the pancakes.”

softly agreeing, you put yourself back under the covers and situate your body between jungwon’s awaiting arms. taking a deep breath as you wrap your arms around his waist, you drink in the fresh notes of wonie’s favorite perfume. you had always loved hugging your boyfriend and breathing his scent in, cherishing the smell that you now recognized as home.

he puts a slender hand at the back of your head and rubs little circles into your hair while pulling you even closer, the act successfully lulling you back to sleep within minutes. “i love you.” he whispers, watching the sun as it rose over the horizon more and more from the window behind your sleeping figure. he pulls the comforter covering the both of you up higher, trying to completely cover you two from the incessant brightness of the impending morning before drifting off to sleep himself.

if saying goodbye to a beautiful morning and a delicious breakfast means you get to spend more time in the love of your life’s arms, you’d wholeheartedly say that it was a fair trade.

a little something for anyone who's having a hard day, prompted by Chan's msg on bubble. I'm proud of you as well <3

As soon as Chan set foot inside your apartment, you were quick to pull him in for a hug, clutching his shirt tightly in your fist. He didn't need you to say anything- he could immediately sense that you had a bad day.

Wordlessly, Chan bent down, picking you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. He moved to the closest couch where he sat you both down. There, he pulled you to his chest once again, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"You're okay?" he asks softly, and you shake your head no.

"It's okay, you don't always need to feel good. It's normal to have a bad day. You've been working so hard, my love. It's okay to let it all out," he reassures, and you tighten your hold on him, tears falling freely from your eyes at his words.

"You did well today, baby. You did so well," he soothes, his gentle voice making a familiar warmth spread in your chest. "Thank you for waking up. Thank you for getting through the day. Thank you for breathing."

"It was so hard, Chan," you choke out a sob, and he shushes you quietly, rocking you in place back and forth.

"But you did it. You are home, and I'm with you. It's over now, yeah?" he reassures, planting a sweet kiss on your temple. You wrap your arms around his waist, further sinking into his comforting hold.

"I'm proud of you, I'm so proud of you. Always will be," he leans away a bit from you so he'd be able to look at your face. You know he's telling the truth- you can feel the love he has for you through his shining eyes.

"You hear me? As long as we're existing, then I'm proud of you. No matter what."

박성훈 、PRETTY FACE

all the trouble sunghoon gets himself in lands him in your arms.

featuring ⋆ rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader

contents ⋆ kissing, mentions of cuts, injuries and blood, just a whole lot of fluff i miss writing cute stuff, insecurities perhaps ( 1370 )

notes ⋆ rich boy sunghoon....save me from him. also this was not meant to be above a thousand words and was supposed to be funny. and this one's for saint @hoonvrs hi bae

one thing you’ve learnt while dating sunghoon, it’s always an adventure. so unforeseen, like when he showed up at your balcony, again, last night with a few bruises and cuts on his face. you had let him in and he avoids your attempt at cupping his face just as swiftly. and dating sunghoon is exhilarating, with the way you let him stay for the night, again, knowing your parents are home.

“good morning,” you smile and brush your thumb over the cut on the corner of his lips. it’s red, his lips are dry, and yet they’re soft when you lean down for a quick peck. 

“morning, sweetheart,” he says quietly. “how creepy of you to watch me sleep,”

“guess i’ll be a creep if it means i get to look at your handsome face,” you hum, fighting back a smile.

“is that a compliment i hear?” and he’s almost turning away to sleep, but your words catch him off, and he smirks drowsily with a soft and sleepy gaze adorning you. “what’s the occasion?”

“i’m serious, hoon. you’re handsome,” you insist with a frown, cupping his face again, thumb brushing over his cheeks as you lean in and whisper ever so tenderly. “so handsome, it’s crazy,”

“well, aren’t you sweet, my love,” and he can’t help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you on top of him. it’s quiet, you lay with your head on his chest. it’s barely six, you look out through the huge glass window panes installed in your room by your request to fit the aesthetic, but now it’s how sunghoon climbs up your room every other night. 

it’s not usual for him to get compliments. usually, you’re trying to play it cool, as if his words don’t affect you as much as he thinks they do. on other days, you’re busy rolling your eyes every time he flirts. you make him work for compliments, it’s funny, and he enjoys it. a little bit of challenge in his way too easy lifestyle keeps him going. but today— as you’re quietly listening to his heartbeat while he’s caressing your back— you want to stay like this. 

he brushes his fingers through your hair, planting soft kisses on your head every few seconds. it’s rare for you two to be this quiet. with sunghoon, every minute spent on bed leads to something else, most of the time. but this time it’s silent, it’s risky, he’s in your room and as much as he jokes about it, the idea of being caught by your parents isn’t something either of you fancy.

“i think i should get up and leave before your—” it lands upon you to worry about keeping everything a secret, today it’s his job to make sure the secret is safe.

“it stings, doesn’t it?” you cut him off immediately, pinning him down as he tries to get up. he can see the concern in your eyes, worries trickling through your finger tips and seeping through his skin when you lace your fingers over his scratches. 

“i told you, they’re not that bad,” he shrugs, too careless, carefree. he doesn’t know why you worry yourself over something so minor. “they don’t even hurt,” 

“it hurts me to see you like this,” and his thoughts are put to halt when the words leave your mouth. 

it was half past one when sunghoon knocked at the glass doors of your balcony. you were getting ready for bed after movies, and he was avoiding your gaze as you were running your eyes over his state— messy, hurt, and so were you.  

‘did you get into another fight with heeseung?’ you had asked and he avoided, again, dodging all your questions and attempts to check on him. you let him in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. his gaze doesn’t meet your eyes, he avoids all the eye contact and conversation. he turns away to take off his shirt covered in dirt. it’s worse this time. ‘come here,’ 

you grabbed his arm to pull him towards you, but he refused to face you. he’s ashamed, like every time he is when you see him like this. the pretty face you’ve always been so fond of no longer fits the definition. you tried to make him look at you, but he grabbed your hands, kissing your palms and pulled you to bed. 

“is that a new way of telling me to not get into fights?” he asks, feigning a yawn, a faint chuckle following by. you’re still on top of him, pinning him down, and if he didn’t know any better, you would’ve ended up under him already. 

“is it working?”

“a bit,” he mumbles quietly and pulls you closer by your waist, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. he keeps planting tender kisses on your cheeks, and then down on your neck, as if telling you to let go of all the concerns that plague your mind. “you worry too much,”

“i know, i will continue to do that,” you pull back again, much to his disappointment. nothing could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms. “if not for your dad and for the sake of your reputation then at least for me, you need to stop,”

sunghoon knows.

if not for anything— it isn’t for anything else. not for his mother’s million dollars fashion brand, not for his sister’s business ventures, nor his father’s political career. it’s for you, every scratch, every nip and every cut, every drop of blood that had trickled down the corner of his lips when heeseung landed a punch on his face. how could he not? sunghoon can stand anything but people talking down on you as if they know you. it makes him fight for you and funnily enough, he’s happy to bleed to death for you.

“you always ruin the mood, bringing that old man up,” he’s deflecting— just as you had expected and you’re not backing down. one leg swinging to the other side, arms by his head. he’s down, caged, a position where he can’t avoid you. it’s about time you two had this conversation.

“i’m serious,” you’re trying your best to keep up the stern face, eyes locked into his. 

“i love it when you get all serious, angel,” he grins suggestively, arms around your waist again. he’s slipping them under your top, you slap it away and it only makes him laugh in amusement. “i suppose it is a bit too early for that,”

you don’t say anything, just looking at his pretty face. you stroke softly over the cut on his cheekbone and he flinches ever so slightly. it’s new, it stings, adorned by a bit of dried up blood just like the one on his lips. there’s one near his jaw from a while ago, it’s healing. each and every part an ugly reminder of how much trouble he gets in.

“you’re such a pretty face,” you whisper quietly and lean down to kiss him, trying to be so gentle to not hurt him even more. you take your sweet time, tracing your lips over those wounds, new or old, and then speaking with a voice impossibly loving. “even with these,”

“i love it when you call me that,” he takes your hand, kissing your palms. it’s not everyday that he’s spoiled like this.

and you pull your hand back, speaking with frown as if giving him a warning. “i won’t anymore if you get into another fight,”

“guess we’re making truce with heeseung,” he chuckles quietly, shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed. he finally pulls you down next to him and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “things i do for my girl,”

you let out a muffled laughter while your face is buried in his chest before looking up at him with love pouring out of your eyes. “for me?”

“for you,” you hand rests on his cheeks as he leans down for a kiss, and his hands wrap over them gently, holding them in place. when you kiss him so deeply yet delicately, like it’s a stellar reunion, he pulls away just for a brief second, whispering against your lips. “everything,”

my last effing straw */sobs aggressively

⌗ 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘𝗦 !

⟢ SUMMARY. “If you were my little girl, I’d do everything I could.”

WARNINGS. daddy issues, parental seperation (father walking out), insecurity, toxic productivity, toxic perfectionism, inferiority complex, sibling rivalry (one-sided), attachment issues, abandonment issues, lots of tears? (mila cries a lot in this one)

NOTES. so um mila has daddy issues…? who would have guessed? 🫠⌇takes place after young and beautiful⌇“bold italics” = chinese, “italics” (double quote marks) = english, ‘italics’ (single quote marks) = flashback ⌇word count: ~7.7k⌇ requested: mila being insecure about heeseung and kiara

IT WAS QUIET. Something Mila had been used to for a long time — and yet, unlike the other times, this silence wasn’t nearly as stifling. As she lay there, her head on Jay’s chest as she listened to the beating of his heart, she could only feel warmth.

Heeseung stroked the top of her head, lulling Mila into a sense of comfort. She wondered if this was how babies felt when they were in the womb, wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth — and if so, she understood why her mother claimed Mila didn’t want to leave.

‘You were almost harder to push out than your brother,’ Mila’s mother once said. ‘It was like you never wanted to leave.’

Ah, Mila thought. It all made sense now.

Because when you had something like this, it was only natural not to want to let go of it.

“You know you can come to us for anything, right?” Jay asked, kissing the top of her head lightly.

Mila bit her lip.

Since her fainting incident, the boys had been a lot more attentive to her than usual, if that was even possible. And while she was grateful for it — God, she’s never been more grateful for anything in her life than to have them — she couldn’t help the feeling of guilt in her stomach whenever she thought of the pain they had to go through whenever they were with her.

“I know,” she replied. “I’m just… I’m sorry.”

Jungwon frowned, nuzzling his nose into her shoulder. It was times like this where his age showed — the times when it felt like he never wanted to let go of Mila, like a child clutching tightly to their security blanket.

“You don’t have to be sorry for that,” Jungwon said. “Just please… Talk to us, okay?”

Mila closed her eyes for a moment, before signing softly. She lifted her head, silently asking for Jay to let her sit up. And he did. Mila looked across the room at the boys, all of them watching her with varied expressions — but with one thing in common.

Love.

“Still,” Mila said. “I feel like… I think I still have to apologise.” She laughed dryly, fiddling with Sunoo’s fingers, as he sat beside her. “I just find it so hard to open up to people… but- but I should have known that if there was anyone I could open up to, it would be you all.”

The room was silent as the boys exchanged glances. They couldn’t say that they hadn’t noticed the same thing, too. They couldn’t remember the first person who pointed it out, but before debuting — before I-Land — there was such a thing that they had heard about Mila.

She was the famed ‘princess’ — the trainee from China with unreal visuals. Anyone who had the privilege of talking to her could say that, despite her still developing Korean, she was a pleasure to chat with. And yet…

‘Mila is easy to get along with,’ a trainee once said, ‘but hard to get close to.’

And the boys agreed; getting close to her was no easy feat. But slowly, one step at a time, it felt like they were getting somewhere. That she had seemed to be letting them in.

“I want to be open with you though,” Mila said, her eyes trained on Sunoo’s fingers. “I think… I’m just not used to having so many people to talk to. Or anyone. And I… I don’t know, I just— I’m so scared that one day you’ll realise I’m not the perfect girlfriend or that happy girl that you fell in love with…” Mila’s eyes grew distant, as if she were visiting a far away place in her mind.

“You don’t need to be perfect,” Sunghoon said. “None of us are. And that’s okay.”

Mila frowned. “But what if it’s not okay anymore? What if one day, you’ll all just…”

Sunoo frowned as Mila spoke. “We’ll just what?” he asked gently.

“That you’ll just leave.”

Mila swallowed the lump in her throat. She mentally cursed in frustration at the language barrier that prevented her from communicating the depth of how she felt. Because there was so much she wanted to say, and yet the only thing she could say could only show the mere tip of the iceberg that was her mind. 

The boys shared saddened looks, and her heart clenched in her chest.

“We’re not leaving,” Jay said. “I know it’s a lot to promise, but we don’t ever want to leave you. All we want in return is for you to let us know what goes on in this pretty little head, okay?”

Mila swallowed the lump in her throat.

The others didn’t add anything, because Jay had already said what they felt. And even if he hadn’t, it already showed. Mila couldn’t say she was a mind-reader, but their actions today spoke volumes. She wanted them to know, too, what they meant to her.

And so, for the first time in maybe forever… Mila found herself reaching out first.

“Remember that time I mentioned I didn’t have a dad?”

The boys immediately nodded. They could never forget that moment. It was an eye-opener to just how little they really knew about their little ray of sunshine — a metaphorical slap in the face if there ever was one.

It was during I-Land, one of the peaceful times where they were simply relaxing in the living room, sprawled out on the couches as they talked the daylight away. She had been talking animatedly with Daniel about something, and she had off-handendly said that she wished she could introduce him to her parents, to show off the adorable little brother she had gained.

‘Would your parents approve of me?’ Daniel had asked. To which Mila replied, ‘Of course! My mum would love you!’

Daniel’s natural response had been to ask, ‘What about your dad? Would he like me?’

And imagine the surprise of the boys when they heard her next words.

‘I don’t know,’ Mila replied nonchalantly — perhaps too nonchalantly. ‘I don’t have one.’

“I remember that,” Jake said with furrowed eyebrows.

“Until then, I didn’t realise that whenever someone asked about your parents, you only ever mentioned your mum.” Jay frowned, regretful that he hadn’t noticed sooner why she deliberately avoided the use of the term ‘parents’.

“Right. It wasn’t your fault, though. I never really gave anything away.” Mila laughed dryly. “Now that I think about it, I’ve always been pretty good at avoiding talking about myself. I guess I didn’t want anyone to get too close.”

“What about now?” Riki asked curiously.

Mila smiled. “Of course it’s different now. Because I have you.” The boys smiled fondly at her, and she found herself sighing. “I never really talked about it, because I didn’t know what to say. But I used to think that there was no point missing something I never really had… I mean, when my parents split up, I was still really young. I don’t even remember what he looks like.”

When Mila looked in the mirror, she saw a spitting image of her mother. Everything about Mila was so much like her mother that she had, at some point, convinced herself she was entirely her mother’s daughter. That in the same way that Mila’s mother had raised her alone, she too had been made alone. Though she knew she wasn’t.

As a little girl, Mila would be able to picture someone with a similar face to her brother’s, but more mature and aged; a more roughened version of her brother, who didn’t have the soft beauty that both Bai children inherited from their mother’s side. And if she tried hard enough, little Mila could see a set of dimples like her own, which seemed to be the only feature she didn’t share with her mother, and as such could have only come from the man that helped create her.

But one day, when Mila had grown old enough to forget, Mila found herself unable to imagine anything but a shadow. A blurred outline of a figure that wasn’t there. The only thing she could remember when she thought of him was a single memory of her hiding beneath covers with her brothers as two voices argued in the living room. And then the sound of the door being thrown open and slammed shut.

That was when Mila knew that he was truly gone from her life — if he was even truly part of it, to begin with.

“My mum raised me and my brother fine on her own. And my grandparents were there too, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t loved. I didn’t need him in my life. In fact, we were all happier without him.”

Mila frowned.

“But when I think about it now… I realised something. It’s like everything wrong with me was caused by him not being there… Because one day he was there, and then the next my mum told me he was going far away...” Mila blinked as the boys watched her with saddened eyes. And without even realising it, she felt a tear slip down her cheek. “And then he never came back. And I didn’t know why, but him leaving… it…”

Mila couldn’t help the way her shoulders shook from the withheld emotions she was trying to keep locked up, like a dam only just being held back from a broken gate.

Mila didn’t hate her so-called father. He didn’t mean enough — wasn’t there enough — for her to associate any emotions to him other than cold detachment. But she did blame him. She blamed him for making her mother raise two kids alone. She blamed him for making her feel like they — that she — wasn’t good enough to make her stay. She blamed him for a lot of things. But what she blamed him the most for was making her crave affection and love so desperately… yet being too scared letting others close, in fear that they would be like him — that they too would turn their backs on her.

Mila, above all else, blamed her father for making her a coward like him.

“I just don’t understand why someone who isn’t even here can mess me up so badly…” Mila sobbed. “I hate it.”

“Oh, love…” Heeseung frowned, as Mila sniffled, her breath coming out in broken sobs.

The boys could only watch with heavy hearts as Mila continued to pour out her heart to them in what had to be one of her most vulnerable moments so far. They had never dared to ask about Mila’s situation with her parents, knowing that it might be a sore point for her to remember, even if she had constantly assured them that ‘it was fine’ and that she had ‘gotten over it’. But they never could have imagined this. That the reason she had been so scared of losing them, of them leaving her, was because she had already been left. By a man who, by nature, was supposed to love and cherish her above anything else in the world.

They were filled with a mixture of heartbreak, fierce protectiveness and anger, caused by someone they hadn’t even met. They couldn’t comprehend how anyone would be foolish enough to throw away the gift that was Mila… And yet, they could only thank her fool of a father for doing what he did — because he had given them the chance to appreciate the very thing he didn’t.

“It’s okay,” Sunghoon said as he rubbed the girl’s back. “Oppa’s here now.” He kissed her forehead, as Jay cradled the back of her head. “We’re all here now.”

That was all the boys needed as a cue to wrap Mila in their warmth, holding her close to them, whispering sweet words into her ear, so that she would know — even if they couldn’t express with words — just how much she meant to them. And that they, no matter what happened in the past and no matter how long it took to make her understand, were here for her. They would always be here for her.

They were here to stay.

MILA WAS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR WITH THE WORD ‘SECOND’. She was the second-born child, second best, and also second choice on many occasions. And she was reminded of it at the worst of times.

She vaguely remembered a scene from her childhood, where she left her room because of a nightmare that woke her up, only to overhear her mother crying on the phone.

‘They’re having a baby,’ Her mother had said into the phone, sobbing madly. ‘It’s hasn’t even been a year, and he’s already starting a new family. What about my kids, huh? What will they think of they find out their dad is out there happy and raising another kid when he couldn’t even stay for them?’

Like that, Mila had unknowingly found out the reason that her house was missing one person, why their family photos now had tears in them from the forceful removal of one of the figures. And that day must have cemented Mila’s fate. It seemed Mila was her mother’s daughter, through and through — in the best and worst way possible. Because it seemed that no matter how beautiful they were, how kind or gentle they were, they were both doomed to be second to another woman in the eyes of the men they loved.

And the funny thing was, if it was Kiara Park, Mila couldn’t even argue about the fairness of it. Because Mila understood why any person would choose Kiara over her. Depressingly enough, she had even accepted it.

Mila remembered during I-Land, when the older female was considered one of the top trainees. Period. Gender was irrelevant when it came to someone as talented and skilled as Kiara. During those days, Mila could feel that familiar twist in her gut whenever she realised just how wide the gap was between the two of them, and how — despite walking towards the same dream — they seemed to be on severely different paths from one another.

One of them was consistently ranked at the top of every mission alongside the Ace trainee himself, earning the respect and awe of all other trainees. The other had spent more time in Ground than I-Land, weighed down by constant doubt over whether she was there for her visuals rather than her merit.

Mila had envied the older female just as any other girl would. She was everything Mila wanted to be — beautiful, strong, and confident in herself. And being older, Kiara automatically had an air of maturity that Mila — no matter how hard she tried to replicate it — severely lacked. Once, Mila had made a poor joke that if Kiara was fine wine, then she was grape juice, because Mila was every sense of the word immature. She was jealous, clingy, and painfully inexperienced. Everything Kiara was not.

The only similarity the two girls seemed to share — other than being the only female members in Enhypen — was that both of them were (or, in Kiara’s case, was) in a romantic relationship with one Lee Heeseung. The difference there was that one of them was Heeseung’s first choice.

And once again, it wasn’t Mila.

“Why couldn’t it be me?”

Heeseung froze, the smile on his face falling when Mila had finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask for so long. Because it didn’t make sense to Mila that after being with someone like Kiara, he would be able to settle with her. And it was unfair to her to doubt him, to question his loyalty, but this irrational feeling, brought to her by years of feeling worthless — subpar, second place, not good enough — made her wonder why he was still here, holding her to his chest as they lay on his bed, like she were the most precious thing in the world.

“Baby,” Heeseung said softly, as Mila’s eyes teared up. “What’s wrong?”

Mila sniffled as Heeseung gently brushed his thumbs against her now wet cheeks.

“It hurts,” she whimpered.

Heeseung frowned, his eyes full of worry. If he could get rid of her shadiness, he would; he would do anything to make her happy. And he hated that she looked so lost and broken in his arms, without a clue as to why she looked that way.

“What hurts, baby?” He gently pushed. “What’s making you sad?”

“It hurts that I wasn’t the first option,” Mila said with a small voice. Mila inhaled sharply. “Why couldn’t I get you to love me first? Why couldn’t I get to you before Eonnie did?”

Mila had tried so hard to leave it in the past. But she had already unlocked so many memories of the past by opening up to the boys about her childhood, by letting them into that space she hadn’t shown anyone else. And now those thoughts that she ran away from could finally catch up to her.

Heeseung felt his heart constrict painfully in his chest. Mila had been so worried about them leaving her, but all he could think about was how he always managed to — directly or indirectly — cause her pain. And it hurt like nothing else ever could to know that he had done this to her, even unintentionally. Especially after finding out just what she went through growing up.

Whenever Heeseung thought of the image of a younger Mila, lost and alone, he wanted nothing more than to sweep her up and hug her to his chest, telling her that it would be okay. That she didn’t have to grow up fearing closeness or affection. That when she got older, she would meet seven people who would love her like she always deserved, as long as she let them.

But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t spare her the pain that she had carried with her all these years. All he could do was make up for it with the time they had together.

Starting now.

“Trust me when I say that I loved you for a long time,” Heeseung said. “And everyday I regret that I didn’t realise it earlier. Because the whole time I spent with someone I didn’t even like romantically, I could have spent it with you, holding you like this…” He cradled her head with one hand and the other hand grabbing her smaller hand in his. “Kissing you like this…” He kissed away the tears on Mila’s cheeks. “I could have had you faster, and saved you from hurting like you are now. But I was blind and didn’t even realise it until I almost lost you for good. You were always enough, my love. It was never your fault. You were— are— everything I want and need.”

‘You were always enough.’ ‘It was never your fault.’ Mila hadn’t realised just how long she was waiting to hear those words — from anyone. She didn’t realise just how much she wanted to be told that she — as flawed as she was — was still enough. And yet, just as always, Heeseung knew exactly what to say, and what she needed to hear.

Mila blinked away the tears in her eyes, her heart feeling lighter than it had before. “Really?”

“Really.” Heeseung squeezed Mila’s hand before lifting her to where his heart was, resting her palm flat against it. “Do you feel that?”

Mila nodded as she felt his strong heartbeats against his chest. 

“That’s yours.”

Mila’s breath caught in her throat, her own heart fluttering in her chest, despite her previous state of despair. Heeseung smiled softly as he looked into Mila’s eyes, his own sparkling with adoration that made Mila feel as if she were the only girl in the world.

Did this man even know what he was promising her? Just how much he was placing in her hands? If so, Mila realised she was more foolish than she originally thought. Because no one could ever give away something so precious to someone who didn’t mean just as much — if not more.

“No matter what happened in the past, just know that this—“ (Heeseung rubbed his thumb against the back of Mila’s palm.) “—is yours now. And it always will be. No one else’s. You’re more than ‘first’ — you’re my last. You’re my one and only. You’re it for me, baby.”

When Heeseung looked in Mila’s eyes to see that dazzling look he had grown to love, he knew that he would do anything to keep it. He had given his heart to her already — he would give everything else he had as well.

“I love you,” Mila whispered.

Heeseung smiled. “I love you too.”

Without another word, he leant down and pressed his lips to hers, cherishing the feeling of her soft lips against his. By the time they seperated, the only words they had for each other were the desperate ‘I love you’ that spilled from their lips, which sought each other out like they were lost without them. Then they remained there, no words shared — only kisses and warmth.

And that was enough for Mila.

She was enough.

MILA MISSED HER CHILDHOOD. Not necessarily in the sense that she would relive it, but more so because she knew that she didn’t spend it as she should have. Now she was an adult with a career that didn’t allow her the same freedoms as she had back then, and she found herself wishing she hadn’t been so hard on herself. That she let herself have more fun, that she made more friends, that she played more often. That she let herself be a child.

But she had always been harsh on herself. Even then.

Mila remembered anxiously picking at her vegetables on the rare day that her mother finished work early — because of course her mother had to eat dinner with them on the day that Mila would rather be alone.

‘I heard the results came out today,’ her mother said. ‘How did it go?’

And Mila instantly knew how it would end.

Just like always, her brother had done perfectly. Because when did he not? Top of his class, every teacher’s favourite student, star player on the basketball team, everyone’s role model — including herself. And Mila could wish all she wanted that one day, he might do a little less perfectly, so that she could feel better about not being as smart or sporty or charismatic as him. But then she would hate herself even more, for wishing failure upon her own flesh and blood.

So, she could only quietly eat her food, her head lowered, as her brother continued to talk about the praise he had received from his teachers. And in return, their mother glowed with pride, showering him with compliments.

‘How did I give birth to such a smart son?’ their mother gushed as she liked his plate with the best dishes. ‘Eat more. You need to eat well to replenish all your energy. Actually— why don’t I ask Aunty to make your favourite snacks tonight? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if she heard how well you did.’

‘No need for that, Mama,’ Mila’s brother replied. ‘I’m fine just being able to eat dinner with you and Baobao.’

And Mila’s mother smiled lovingly, pride clear on her eyes. ‘Baobao’ was Mila’s family nickname; a name that meant ‘treasure’. But at times like this, Mila wondered if she was really worthy of such a name — when her brother seemed to shine brighter than she ever could.

Mila could already imagine her mother going to work the next day, bragging to her coworkers about her exceptional son, who was born gifted and talented — and Mila wondered if there was ever a time that her mother had done the same for her. That maybe, there was something worthy about her otherwise mediocre daughter that she could praise to the skies about.

But that was probably impossible, wasn’t it?

‘What about you, Baobao?’ Mila’s mother asked. ‘How were you exams?’

Mila bit her lip as she thought of her highest score — the 92 she had gotten on her English test — and then remembered her brother saying his lowest score was a 93. Even her best couldn’t match her brother’s worst. How sad was that?

‘It was so-so,’ she replied, before setting down her chopsticks. She forced a smile to avoid suspicion. ‘Thank you for the food. I’m finished eating now.’

And without another word, she excused herself from the table.

Mila cried herself to sleep that night — as she did on many nights — wondering when she would ever be able to do something to receive the same praise and recognition her brother did. She chased it so desperately that she threw her youth away. When she wasn’t at cheerleading practise, she was at her desk; and when she wasn’t at her desk, she was at school club meetings. Then when Mila became a trainee, it was like history repeated itself. She put hours upon hours into practice, never resting until she knew she had gotten everything perfect. And if she was anything less than perfect, she simply put in more. More hours, more sweat, more tears.

And it was happening all over again. Her face behind in her arms as she lay on her desk, overwhelmed by the papers scattered around her.

It was her day off, as five of the members (Kiara, Heedeung, Jungwon, Jay and Riki) were filming for a variety shoot. So, she had been locked up in her room for hours by that point, determined to make use of her free time to catch up on the school work that she missed. But looking at content on top of more content, her brain had already reached its breaking point, and no matter how much she looked at the materials in front of her, the only thing she could think was that she was just so tired.

And that was when Jake walked in to see her crying.

“Hey,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t understand,” Mila replied in frustration. “No matter what I do, I can’t get it,” she said quietly. “I feel so stupid.”

“Shhh… hey, hey,” Jake said softly, kneeling in front of Mila and cupping her cheek. “Don’t say that, okay? You’re not stupid. You’re just having a slump. And that’s okay. Because you’ll pick yourself back up again.”

Mila sniffled. “But everyone else is already so ahead of me.” It was like she was a child all over again, chasing after her brother’s legacy. “It’s like I’m the only one lagging behind.”

Jake sighed, his eyes sad for the girl in front of him. He had always admired her ethic to improve — but he often wished she could be kinder and more patient with herself, as she was to others.

“You’re not behind. You just need more take time, and that’s okay. Not everyone gets it in right away— but what matters is you’ll get it eventually.” Mila nodded as she took in Jake’s words, feeling slightly better about her lack of progress. Jake smiled encouragingly. “You’ve been working so hard the past few days,” he said, “it’s time for a break.” He got up and started to pull her out of her seat. “Come on.”

“What?” Mila shook her head. “But I have to finish this.”

“You can finish it later,” Jake replied. “You have all the time in the world. That’s enough to give yourself a break and come back, when you can think clearer.”

Mila bit her lip as Jake called out to Sunghoon and Sunoo, the only other remaining members in the dorm. “Get ready!” he yelled. “We’re taking Mila on a date!”

Mila couldn’t protest anymore. Not when Sunoo and Sunghoon later joined Jake in nagging her, before threatening to carry her to the car themselves. Embarrassed by the mere thought of it, Mila immediately agreed to do what they wanted and let them take her out on a date at the mall. They had just gotten food to eat, when Sunoo noticed the arcade, which in turn made Mila excited.

“Can we go there?” she asked excitedly, tugging on Sunghoon’s and Jake’s sleeve. “Please?”

Taking one look at her pleasing eyes, the boys knew they didn’t have the heart in them to say no. Jake, who Jay had told to be back at the dorms by a certain time so they could all have dinner together, could have said no. Maybe Mila would have pouted a little about it, but they would be able to sweet-talk her and bribe her with the promise of chocolates. 

And yet, without a second of hesitation, he and Sunghoon immediately agreed, letting the girl drag them into the arcade by the sleeves while Sunoo skipped beside them. It was dangerous just how much they were willing to do for her and let her get away with. But it was no secret that they were down bad for their girlfriend — and they weren’t ashamed of it in the slightest. Which is how they ended up following her around after getting their tokens, watching her attempt various different games.

“Wah, that looks cute!” Mila said as she pointed to a crane machine, full of mini plushies. “I’m going to try to get one.”

Mila slipped a token into the coin slot, before grabbing the controls of the machine. 

“Don’t you have too many already?” Sunoo teased.

Mila laughed. “You can never have too many.” She returned her attention to the machine before manoeuvring the hook so that it hovered above a small bunny plush. “I’m going to go for the bunny.”

“Move a little to the left,” Jake said. 

“No, no,” Sunghoon disagreed, “you’re fine where you are.”

Mila furrowed her eyebrows. “Huh? Then do I move left or stay here?”

“Move left.” “Stay there.”

Sunghoon and Jake exchanged looks.

“Just do whatever!” Sunoo interjected. “Don’t listen to them. They’re bad at this game anyway.”

“No I’m not!” The two exclaimed in unison.

“Here.” Sunghoon put a hand on the small of Mila’s back before moving to stand behind her, placing his hands over hers as he helped her manoeuvre the controls. “I’ll help you.”

“Ayeeeee,” Sunoo and Jake chorused teasingly.

Sunghoon smiled shyly, a complete contrast to the confidence in his aura as he helped Mila to coordinate. As soon as he found a good angle at which to drop the crane, he told Mila to press the buttons. And the four of them watched as the crane descended, grabbing onto the bunny’s neck.

“Oh— it’s working, it’s working!” Sunoo announced as the crane successfully picked up the bunny. But halfway to the drop zone, it suddenly fell, causing them all to groan in disappointment.

Mila sighed. “Ah, it was so close…” 

Seeing her disappointed expression, Jake immediately jumped in. “Let me try.” Sunghoon moved aside and let Jake take his spot, watching as Jake did the same movements as he did before. “Okay, try pressing the button now.”

Mila did as Jake said and pressed the button. However, just like before, it only made it halfway. The four of them — too invested in the claw game — stood there for goodness knows how long, trying to get the plushie, until Mila decided to do it herself.

“Okay, last time! Here we go!”

Mila bit her lip in concentration, her eyes fixed solely on the machine in front of her. Sunoo, who was standing beside her, watching with fond eyes, taking in all her features as she remained fixated. It was just like her to be so focused on her goals, and this time, he was glad that even if she never did lose her tunnel vision, she was using it for something other than work.

Mila watched in anticipation as the crane lifted to the bunny, breath baited as she watched it travel over the other plushies below on its way to the drop zone. And when the bunny made it all the way to the end, she couldn’t help her jump for joy.

“I did it!” she yelled before turning to her lovers. “I got it! I got it!”

The boys laughed as Mila excitedly grabbed the bunny from the tray.

“Good job,” Sunghoon baby-talked.

Jake patted her head, as Sunoo clapped.

“It’s cute,” Sunoo said as Mila held it up.

“It kinda looks like you,” Sunghoon added.

Jake laughed. “Right?”

Mila laughed. By that moment, Mila had already forgotten about the sheets on her desk back at the dorm. She had spent so much time on tests and evaluations already, she realised she needed this break. At times like this, Mila realised just how much was out there. How beautiful life could be when she stopped obsessing about numbers on a piece of paper, or the approval of fickle-hearted people who could care less about who she was and what she went through. Especially when she could amend time with the people she loved instead.

This moment right here?

It made her happier than a 100 on any test could.

LONELINESS WAS AN OLD FRIEND OF MILA’S. It wasn’t like Mila didn’t have anyone who cared. Quite the opposite, in fact. She knew her mother loved her, and she knew her older brother would do anything to keep her safe. But when you were a child who had been convinced that you were a nuisance for wanting comfort — by someone who you barely even knew — you just learnt not to ask for anything more than what you already had.

‘Aiya, what are you doing out of bed?’ The housemaid asked one night, when a young Mila would wander out of her room, clutching a stuffed bunny in her arms.

‘I wanted to sleep with Mama,’ Mila replied.

The housemaid clicked her tongue, and put her hands on her hips, looking down at the young girl with a reprimanding stare. ‘Your mama only just got back home from a long day at work, ah. She needs sleep, but she can’t do that if she has to look after you. Do you want Mama to be tired in the morning?’

Mila immediately shook her head. ‘No.’ She looked down at the floor in shame, before asking, ‘Then can I sleep with Gēgē instead?’

The housemaid sighed. ‘Your older brother is tired from studying so hard, unlike you. You shouldn’t disturb his sleep.’ The housemaid held out a hand. ‘Here. Aunty will tuck you in.’

Mila hesitantly took the older woman’s hand, barely even holding on to it. But the woman didn’t seem to mind as she hurriedly escorted Mila to her room. The older woman had barely put the sheets up to Mila’s chin before she was bidding her goodnight and turning the lights off, shutting the door before Mila could even protest.

Mila turned on the bedside light beside her and screwed her eyes shut, forcing herself back to sleep. And the next morning, when she woke up, feeling as if she had barely slept at all, she took one look at her older brother, who had been diligently reading a book at the dining table, while the housemaid smiled fondly and served his breakfast; and then at her mother’s seat at the table which, like always, was empty at this time. And at that moment, Mila realised that maybe she really was just a nuisance. Because everyone seemed to have more important things to worry about than her.

That’s why Mila looked forward to the weekends more than anything — because then the whole family would be complete, and they would spend time together like families usually did. Her mother would take her and her brother to the park, and the two would play tag and other games. And she could pretend for a second that she wasn’t lonely, that she wasn’t desperate for just a little more affection.

But then time passed, her brother finally outgrew his little sister, and her mother had deemed her old enough to look after herself. Then Mila was by herself more than she wasn’t. And so, Mila learnt to enjoy the times she spent in the living room, alone, while she quietly watched her favourite shows on the television; or the times sitting by herself at the dinner table, with nothing but the sound of her chopsticks clicking against the dishes. Because there was nothing else she could really do about it.

But things were different now. Because the thing about the Enhypen dorms was that it was never quiet for long.

“Yah!” The sound of Sunoo’s yell was the first thing Mila woke up to. “Who used my lotion?”

“It wasn’t me!” came Jake’s reply. “Ask Sunghoon!”

Mila could just barely make out Sunghoon’s tired voice asking, “Why are you blaming me?”

With a giggle, Mila rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. But just as she made a move to stretch her arms over her head, she suddenly became aware of the other person occupying her bed and restraining her in a tight hug.

Riki groaned, nuzzling his face into Mila’s neck. “Don’t go…”

Mila laughed and did the best she could to pay his head as he clung to her side. His leg was thrown over Mila’s waist, and his arms over her chest, taking up almost all the space on Mila’s bed, leaving only a fraction of it to her. And yet, Mila couldn’t find it in her to be mad about it. Because she figured, she would rather be squished on a bed from having to fit two people, than to take up the entire space by herself.

“Bǎobèi,” Mila said with a mock stern voice, softened by the use of the pet name meaning ‘Baby’. “You need to wake up before Sunoo comes in here and scolds you for using his lotion again.”

Riki whined and squeezed Mila tighter. There was a reason why Mila was his favourite sleeping buddy. And it happened to be because: one, she was the perfect size to cuddle — like a life-sized teddy bear — and just as soft; and two, as much as he hated to admit it, he loved the way she would baby him in the mornings. He didn’t know that Mila treasured his cuddles just as much as he treasured having her in his arms. But he was just glad she was one of those people she let in — that he could be close to her in ways that some people would never get the chance.

Maybe Mila had been lonely, but Riki would always be here to show her that she could always count on him for company.

Riki furrowed his eyebrows when there was a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice. “Noona.”

“Wonnie?” Mila asked, her eyes brightening. Riki groaned, rolling his eyes as she said, “Come in!”

The door opened to reveal Jungwon, his dimples appearing with the way he smiled so widely, and his  eyes holding a galaxy of emotion. Riki could recognise that look anywhere, because it was the same one that he — that they all — had when they looked at Mila. As if she were the only girl in the world, the only thing that mattered. Perhaps Mila was the only one who didn’t see it. But that was okay. Because they had all the time in the world to show her.

“Yah,” Jungwon said to Riki, poking his side. “Get up. You got to cuddle her the whole night.”

Riki scoffed. He haughtily turned his head away from the elder and pouted as he clung on to Mila. “Don’t want to.”

Jungwon scrunched up his nose in distaste before turning to Mila, who watched the two with fondness on her eyes. She couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered, knowing that they valued her company enough to bicker about it. And her smile only grew when Jungwon pulled out those kittenish pleasing looks of his that he knew she could never resist.

“Darling, can you tell him to go away?” Jungwon asked. “I want to cuddle with you now.”

Mila laughed, before holding out a hand to him. “Then come here. We can all cuddle together.”

Riki smirked smugly, knowing that Mila would never kick him off of her bed. (Or any of them for that matter— but he just wanted bragging rights.) Jungwon looked mildly displeased at the thought of not getting Mila to himself, but then the feeling was quickly replaced by excitement as Jungwon’s eyes flickered with mischief.

As Mila was lying closest to the wall, Jungwon would have to get over Riki first. And being petty as he was, Jungwon — all decorum of a leader cast aside  —  stepped over him, purposely digging his foot into the younger’s side. A look that could only be described as a smug cat-like grin crossed Jungwon’s face when Riki yelped in pain, clutching his side. In the short window of time that Riki’s arm wasn’t on Mila, Jungwon lay himself on top of her, his head on her chest.

“Hyung!” Riki said indignantly. “That hurt!”

Jungwon simply stuck out his tongue before nuzzling his face into Mila’s — or rather, Sunoo’s — hoodie. He sighed in content when Mila’s hand immediately went to his locks, unaware that the other was gently rubbing Riki’s “hurt” side.

“Are you okay?” Mila asked, as Riki scrunched his nose up.

The younger glared at the elder, who was purposely hogging as much of Mila as possible. Feeling petty, he kicked Jungwon’s foot. 

“Yah, hyung, stop hogging and move over.”

Jungwon huffed. “Don’t want to.”

“Moveeee,” Riki whined, before looking at Mila with a helpless look.

Mila laughed. “Okay, okay. Move over a bit.”

Riki immediately did what Mila said and moved to the edge of the bed. Mila then tapped Jungwon’s back and instructed him to squeeze in between Mila and the wall. Just like that, Mila was in between two extremely clingy males who latched onto her like koalas.

“Better?” Mila asked.

“Eung,” both boys replied.

There was a short silence before Jungwon then added, “It would be better if Niki wasn’t here, though.”

Riki’s head shot up. “Then leave.”

Mila sighed as the two went back and forth. And yet, she couldn’t find it in herself to be truly mad. Because how could she, when it showed just how much they cherished her? They found comfort in her, as she did in them. And that alone was enough to fill her with contentment.

“I’m her favourite, anyway,” Riki said.

Jungwon clicked his tongue. “No, you’re not.”

“Who’s the one who got to cuddle her last night?”

“That’s only because it was your turn. Remember that it’s my turn tonight, so you’re not allowed anywhere near her bed.”

Mila laughed.

Yes, the Enhypen dorms were loud. Yes, there was bickering and petty fighting. And yes, sometimes Mila worried that the walls might fly off with how noisy things could get. But Mila wouldn’t have it any other way.

If anything, it just reminded her she wasn’t alone.

MILA HAD ALWAYS BEEN A JEALOUS PERSON. It wasn’t something she was proud of, nor which she liked to admit. But it was true. And it had to be her tragedy that there was always someone out there with something she wanted, but never really had — especially as a kid.

Other children envied the fact that Mila always had a pretty set of shoes and dresses to wear; a different hair clip in her hair every day, a pencil case full of assorted crayons and coloured pencils of the best brand; a shiny car, and not to mention the best snacks for lunch. But they didn’t realise she envied them, too.

Mila wondered if those kids from her youth realised now that Mila would have traded her store-bought food in a heartbeat for their homemade lunches. That even if she had shiny fancy hair clips and pretty dresses, it wasn’t her mother (who was always gone by the time Mila woke up for school) who helped her into them, but something she had learned to do herself, instead. And Mila couldn’t care less about the shiny car that came to pick her up after school, because unlike the other kids, she knew her dad wouldn’t be stepping out of it, smiling, and opening his arms for her to run straight into them.

Instead, Mila would only wait awkwardly in her classroom, watching as her classmate’s father picked her up and kissed her on the cheek.

‘How was my princess’ day?’ Her classmate’s father asked. And then Mila’s classmate showed him the picture she painted that day, of her happy family, to which her father beamed and said, ‘Wow, you drew this? It’s too good to be a pre-schoolers. Why don’t we get ice cream as a treat?’

Mila could only watch in envy as the father- daughter pair left the classroom in a fit of giggles and laughter, just as her chauffeur appeared at the door, gesturing impatiently for her to follow him. Then Mila followed him with rushed steps — scared of annoying him if she took too long — her own painting that she had drawn that day folded and forgotten inside her backpack.

But that was okay, Mila thought. She knew her mother was busy at work, and with playing the role of two parents, so it was hard for her to be there for Mila; and her grandparents lived in a different city, so it wasn’t like she could stay with them either. So she would just have to go home as she usually did, waiting until the time her brother finished training so that she wasn’t alone.

And Mila accepted that. She had gotten used to it. Because she hadn’t known anything else… Until she gained so much more.

“Ayeeeeee!”

Mila had just finished putting on her backpack, she was startled by the jostling of her classmates who had erupted into cheers and wolf whistles. Confused, she looked up to find the source of the sudden rowdiness. And there he was. Jay, standing at the door in his uniform and coat, with a smile on his face.

Mila could only smile back, fondness filling her chest. She knew there a bunch of envious gazes and excited whispers going through the classroom, but she didn’t notice them. All she could see was him, waiting to pick her up from class himself.

“Don’t make the poor man wait,” her classmate said teasingly. “He looks like he’s dying to run up to you right now.”

Without a quick goodbye, Mila skipped up to Jay happily, his eyes brightening with each step she took towards him. When she got to him, his hand immediately found her bag strap, a soft smile on his face.

“Let me carry it,” he said, taking the bag from Mila before she could protest.

Mila giggled. “I can carry my own bag.”

“I know,” Jay replied while chuckling. “But let me do this for you, okay?”

Jay didn’t know if Mila knew just how much it meant to him, having her rely on him for these kinds of things, no matter how small and insignificant they seemed. He knew that if she didn’t want his help, he would have no choice but to respect her decision — and yet, at the same time he couldn’t help the feeling in his chest whenever he looked at her and her bright eyes. The feeling of doing anything and everything for her. For no reason at all except that she deserved it.

Even before Jay knew anything about her childhood — and the empty gap waiting to be filled — he had already promised himself to be someone she could depend on. And now that urge only grew stronger.

“What do you want for lunch?” Jay asked gently as he brushed a strand of hair from Mila’s face. “We have time to get some food to eat before we go back to the dorms.” Noticing Mila’s hesitant lip bite, he added, “Get anything. I don’t mind.”

Mila hummed. “In that case… Is it okay if we go home to eat?” Mila asked shyly. “I really feel like having some of your cooking.”

Jay’s chest was filled with warmth, both pride and joy. He would do anything that she asked if it made her happy. But hearing that she wanted to have his cooking more than any other option made him wish that teleportation existed, so that he could get to the dorm and make something for her as quickly as they could.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll let Sunoo know to meet us at the car.”

Mila could only smile warmly, adoration shining in her eyes like sunlight through a painted glass window — full of vibrant colours that only love could make. The two of them walked side by side, their fingers brushing against each other, not too close as to avoid the curious eyes of their schoolmates.

“How was your day?” Jay asked, tugging her closer to him when a rowdy pair of male students ran past and switching sides with her so she was walking on the less crowded side of the hall.

Mila hummed, before she smiled upon remembering something. “It was good! During Math, one of the teachers asked me to solve the problem on the board — and it was hard at first, but I actually did it right!”

Jay beamed. “Really?” When Mila nodded happily, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. And when they finally reached the less crowded part of the school on the way to their van, Jay leant down to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing against the shell. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mila had almost cried then and there. She somehow made it to the van without shedding a tear. But that afternoon, when Mila sat at the dinner table with Jay next to her, holding chopsticks to her mouth, she really did cry. Her eyes watered, glassy with tears as Jay fed her the food that he had cooked just for her.

“Thank you,” Mila whispered, unable to say anything else. Because she didn’t want to apologise anymore. Jay deserved more than that. They all did. She was grateful for them. Grateful that they loved her. Grateful that she got the chance to love them in return.

And for a split-second, Mila wondered if Jay thought she was odd for crying out of nowhere. But of course, he didn’t. Because that was just who he was. That was Jay.

“Shhh, I know,” Jay whispered, wiping the tears off her face as she chewed on her food. He kissed her forehead and said, “It’s okay.”

And Mila believed him.

Jay was there, and so were the others. And she believed if they were together, then everything was going to be okay. Because the same way she promised — then and there — to do all she could for them, so too would they do the same for her. Would give the world if she asked, wrapped up in a bow. And if she lacked love before, then all they would have to do is make up for it with their own.

Because she was their girl now.

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pairing: bf!jungwon x f!reader genre: romance, established relationship warning(s): lots of kissing, cuteness overload as always

synopsis: in which your boyfriend sings to you while you dance in the refrigerator light ;) wc: 523

author's note: hii everyone,, i got inspired by taylor swift’s lyric in the song all too well, “dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” n’ thought i’d write this. i do have my taglist open so if you want to be in it just send me a message in my inbox. as always, all feedback is welcome, just don’t be negative pls n’ remember to have a good time, happy reading everyone! 📖

The rain hit against the glass of the window, and the kitchen filled with the noises of the weather outside. Small puffs of air escaped your lips as you buried your head further into your lover, Jungwon’s chest. Your nose was met by the aroma of honey with a tinge of cinnamon, and as you lingered in his arms, the warmth of his skin allowed the scent you loved so dearly to pervade the air. His delicate but loving hold on your waist held your clingy form against his as you both swayed to his tunes.

Slight vibrations could be felt against your cheek coming from his chest. His humming and vocals filled your ears as you closed your eyes, the subtle melodies of Taylor Swift’s lover abruptly entering the sweet atmosphere. The dim light of the open refrigerator to the right of the kitchen allowed you to turn your face away from the warmth of the other and catch a glimpse of a few of his features that had been concealed by the night's deep shadows.

His eyes were closed, and a few strands of his hair hung messily around his forehead as his plump, pearly-pink lips parted as he sang. His eyelashes were as long as ever, and the light delightfully bounced off of them. His slender nose had the slightest bump at the top of the nasal bridge, and the shadows that roamed around the room shaded the structure of his jawline perfectly. It was times like this where you fell in love with him all over again.

"Are you okay?” The melodies that were once heard are long gone and have since been replaced by the dulcet tones of Jungwon's voice. As he drew your frame closer to his, he spoke with words that were dripping with care and concern.

Nodding, you let out a small sigh. As the warmth of his breath hit against your skin, your heart began to beat faster by the second, and the feeling soon replaced itself with the sweet sensation of a peck against your cheek.

Letting out a small giggle, you looked up at Jungwon, his eyes meeting yours almost immediately. His hands were moving from your waist now to your cheeks as he held your face in his hands, admiring your features. He stared at you with his eyes gleaming with such love and astonishment before bending down and pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet and tender, and the pace was slow and genuine, as it always was. The slight flavor of his cherry lip balm, which he had applied just an hour earlier, was long gone. His lips, which were now formerly covered in vanilla ice cream, entwined with yours.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jungwon stayed admiring the moment you two just shared; his eyes remained closed as a small smile placed itself amongst his lips. As he slowly opened his eyes to reveal you, the pad of his thumb made gentle, loving strokes against your cheek.

“What was that for?” You asked, smiling at your boyfriend, whom you loved so dearly.

“Because I love you.”

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